Idle Days in Patagonia

ISBN: 9781332017416 出版年：2016 页码：311 W H Hudson Forgotten Books

The wind had blown a gale all night, and I had been hourly expecting that the tumbling, storm vexed Old steamer, in which I had taken passage to the Rio Negro, would turn over once for all and settle down beneath that tremendous tumult of waters. For the groaning sound of its straining timbers, and the engine throbbing like an over tasked human heart, had made the ship seem a living thing to me and it was tired of the struggle, and under the tumult was peace. But at about three O'clock in the morning the wind began to moderate, and, taking off coat and boots, I threw myself into my bunk for a little sleep.