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To the eastward Ua-huka was being blotted out by an evening rain-squall that was fast overtaking the _Snark_. But that little craft, her big spinnaker filled by the southeast trade, was making a good race of it. Cape Martin, the southeasternmost point of Nuku-hiva, was abeam, and Comptroller Bay was opening up as we fled past its wide entrance, where Sail Rock, for all the world like the spritsail of a Columbia River salmon-boat, was making brave weather of it in the smashing southeast swell.
"What do you make that out to be? " I asked Hermann, at the wheel.