Above, he glipsed the sugesstion of the shapes of sails out of the corner of his eye, the way one caught sight of a faint star. In a swell, the barque would roll this wind right out of its canvass, but now there was just enough to put it to sleep. He had steered the little coasters at night, but they were nothing like this. It was hard to beleive that his own arms turning the wheel had any connection with the movement of this monumental ship, which, in the dark, seemed to occupy his entire horizon. The barques slow response to his efforts, a ponderous, reluctant swing to port or starboard, reinforced the feeling. He felt excited, too, and proud of himself. Here he was, his first night out, driving the barque; for an hour, he was responsible for its proper course, its well-being...
...In fact, in the calm water, with only a slight swell on the beam, Benjemin was surprised by how easy the steering was. Looking forward, he saw the barque fade into the dark distance, only the gleam of the oil running lights showing faintly ahead. When the Elf stoppeed talking, in the silence of the ships smooth progress, Benjamin had the sensation that he was riding a huge machine down towards the dark centre of the Earth.
Above, he glipsed the sugesstion of the shapes of sails out of the corner of his eye, the way one caught sight of a faint star. In a swell, the barque would roll this wind right out of its canvass, but now there was just enough to put it to sleep. He had steered the little coasters at night, but they were nothing like this. It was hard to beleive that his own arms turning the wheel had any connection with the movement of this monumental ship, which, in the dark, seemed to occupy his entire horizon. The barques slow response to his efforts, a ponderous, reluctant swing to port or starboard, reinforced the feeling. He felt excited, too, and proud of himself. Here he was, his first night out, driving the barque; for an hour, he was responsible for its proper course, its well-being...
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