Whistlingfromoffthesea，thewindwaschargedwithmoist，saltspray，anddashingfoamingbillowsashorewiththeirwhitemanesfullofsnakelike，gleamingblackribandsofseaweed，andcausingtherockstorumbleangrilyinresponse，andthetreestorustlewithadry，agitatedsoundastheirtopsswayedtoandfro，andtheirtrunksbentearthwardsasthoughtheywouldfainreeveuptheirroots，andbetakethemwhitherthemountainsstoodveiledinatogaofheavy，darkmist。
Overtheseathecloudswerehurryingtowardsthelandaseverandanontheyrentthemselvesintostrips，andrevealedfathomlessabyssesofbluewhereintheautumnsunburneduneasily，andsentcloud-shadowsglidingoverthepuckeredwasteofwaters，until，theshorereached，thewindfurtherharriedthemassesofvapourtowardsthesharpflanksofthemountains，and，afterdrawingthemupanddowntheslopes，relegatedthemtoclefts，andleftthemsteamingthere。
Therewasaboutthewholescenealouringappearance，anappearanceasthougheverythingwerecontendingwitheverything，asnowallthingsturnedsullenlydark，andnowallthingsemittedadullsheenwhichalmostblindedtheeyes。Alongthenarrowroad，aroadprotectedfromtheseabyalineofwave-
washeddykes，somewitheredleavesofoakandwildcherrywerescuddinginmutualchaseofoneanother；withthegeneralresultthatthecombinedsoundsofsplashingandrustlingandhowlingcametomergethemselvesintoasingledinwhichissuedasasongwitharhythmmarkedbythemeasuredblowsofthewavesastheystrucktherocks。
“Zmiulan，theKingoftheOcean，isabroad！“shoutedmyfellowtravellerinmyear。Hewasatall，round-shoulderedmanofchildishlychubbyfeaturesandboyishlybright，transparenteyes。