There was a murky confusion. Here and there, blotted with a colour like the colour of the smoke from damp fuel, a flying cloud tossed up into most remarkable heaps. As if in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way. I had been in Yarmouth when the seamen said it blew great guns, but I had never known the like of this or anything approaching to it. It still increased until our horses could scarcely face the wind.

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