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There is an ebb in the current of fortune as well as in the deep. The neap tides often follow the highest flood of prosperity. We set out on another cruise, our tenth, and as I now attempt to write of it, it brings to mind the old Roman adage: "The tenth wave surged."
Our misfortunes began with a storm so severe and prolonged I even now recall our experiences with dread. All day the clouds had been gathering; the wind blew from the north-east, and there was that peculiar sough in it, which through a long life at sea I have come to recognize as the indication of an unusual tempest.