Yannwasacapitalwaltzer，asstraightasayoungoak，movingwithagracefulyetdignifiedbearing，hisheadthrownwellback，hisbrown，curledlocksfallinguponhisbrow，andfloatingwiththemotionofthedance。Gaud，whowasrathertallherself，felttheircontactuponhercap，ashebenttowardshertograsphermoretightlyduringtheswiftmovements。
NowandthenhepointedouttoherhislittlesisterMarie，dancingwithSylvestre，whowasher/fiance/。Hesmiledwithaverytenderlookatseeingthembothsoyoungandyetsoreservedtowardsoneanother，bowinggravely，andputtingonverytimidairsastheycommunedlowly，onmostamiablesubjects，nodoubt。
Ofcourse，Yannwouldneverhaveallowedittobeotherwise；yetitamusedhim，venturesomeandboldashewas，tofindthemsocoy；andheandGaudexchangedoneoftheirconfidentialsmiles，seemingtosay:\"Howpretty，buthowfunny/our/littlebrotheris!\"
Towardsthecloseoftheevening，allthegirlsreceivedthebreaking-
upkiss；cousins，betrothed，andlovers，all，inagoodfrank，honestway，beforeeverybody。But，ofcourse，YannhadnotkissedGaud；nonemighttakethatlibertywiththedaughterofM。Mevel；butheseemedtostrainheralittlemoretightlytohimduringthelastwaltzes，andshe，trustinghim，didnotresist，butyieldedcloserstill，givingupherwholesoul，inthesudden，deep，andjoyousattractionthatboundhertohim。
\"Didyouseethesaucyminx，whateyesshemadeathim？\"queriedtwoorthreegirls，withtheirowneyestimidlybentundertheirgoldenorblackbrows，thoughtheyhadamongthedancersoneortwolovers，tosaytheleast。AndtrulyGauddidlookatYannveryhard，onlyshehadtheexcusethathewasthefirstandonlyyoungmanwhomsheeverhadnoticedinherlife。
Atdawn，whenthepartybrokeupandleftinconfusion，theyhadtakenleaveofoneanother，likebetrothedones，whoaresuretomeetthefollowingday。Toreturnhome，shehadcrossedthissamemarket-placewithherfather，littlefatigued，feelinglightandgay，happytobreathethefrostyfog，andlovingthesaddawnitself，sosweetandenjoyableseemedbarelife。
TheMaynighthadlongsincefallen；nearlyallthewindowshadclosedwithagratingof
theirironfittings，butGaudremainedatherplace，leavinghersopen。Thelastpassers-by，whocoulddistinguishthewhitecapinthedarkness，mightsaytothemselves，\"That\'ssurelysomegirl，dreamingofhersweetheart。\"Itwastrue，forshewasdreamingofhers，withawilddesiretoweep；hertinyteethbitherlipsandcontinuallyopenedandpursedupthedeepdimplethatoutlinedtheunderlipofherfresh，puremouth。Hereyesremainedfixedonthedarkness，seeingnothingoftangiblethings。
But，aftertheball，whyhadhenotreturned？Whatchangehadcomeoverhim？Meetinghimbychance，heseemedtoavoidher，turningasidehislook，whichwasalwaysfleeting，bytheway。ShehadoftendebatedthiswithSylvestre，whocouldnotunderstandeither。
\"Butstill，he\'stheladforyoutomarry，Gaud，\"saidSylvestre，\"ifyourfatherallowedye。Inthewholecountryroundyou\'dnotfindhislike。First，letmetell\'ee，he\'sararegoodone，thoughhemayn\'tlookit。Heseldomgetstipsy。Hesometimesisstubborn，butisverypliableforallthat。No，Ican\'ttell\'eehowgoodheis!AndsuchanA。B。seaman!Everynewfishingseasontheskippersregularlyfighttohavehim。\"
Shewasquitesureofherfather\'spermission，forsheneverhadbeenthwartedinanyofherwhims。AnditmatteredlittletoherwhetherYannwererichornot。Tobeginwith，asailorlikehimwouldneedbutalittlemoneyinadvancetoattendtheclassesofthecoastnavigationschool，andmightshortlybecomeacaptainwhomallshipownerswouldgladlyintrustwiththeirvessels。Italsomatteredlittletoherthathewassuchagiant；greatstrengthmaybecomeadefectinawoman，butinamanisnotprejudicialtogoodlooks。
Withoutseemingtocaremuch，shehadquestionedthegirlsofthecountryroundabout，whoknewallthelovestoriesgoing；buthehadnorecognizedengagementwithanyone，hepaidnomoreattentiontoonethananother，butrovedfromrighttoleft，toLezardrieuxaswellastoPaimpol，toallthebeautieswhocaredtoreceivehisaddress。
OneSundayevening，verylate，shehadseenhimpassunderherwindows，incompanywithoneJeannieCaroff，whomhetuckedunderhiswingveryclosely；shewaspretty，certainly，buthadaverybadreputation。ThishadpainedGaudverymuchindeed。Shehadbeentoldthathewasveryquick-tempered:onenightbeingrathertipsyinatavernofPaimpol，wheretheIcelandersheldtheirrevels，hehadthrownagreatmarbletablethroughadoorthattheywouldnotopentohim。Butsheforgavehimallthat；weallknowwhatsailorsaresometimeswhenthefittakesthem。Butifhisheartweregood，whyhadhesoughtoneoutwhoneverhadthoughtofhim，toleaveherafterward；whatreasonhadhehadtolookatherforawholeeveningwithhisfair，opensmile，andtousehissoftest，tenderestvoicetospeaktoherofhisaffairsastoabetrothed？Now，itwasimpossibleforhertobecomeattachedtoanother，ortochange。Inthissamecountry，whenquiteachild，shewasusedtobeingscoldedwhennaughtyandcalledmorestubbornthananyotherchildinherideas；
andshehadnotaltered。Fineladyasshewasnow，ratherseriousandproudinherways，nonehadrefashionedher，andsheremainedalwaysthesame。
Afterthisball，thepastwinterhadbeenspentinwaitingtoseehimagain，buthehadnotevencometosaygood-byebeforehisdepartureforIceland。Sincehewasnolongerby，nothingelseexistedinhereyes；slowlytimeseemedtodraguntilthereturninautumn，whenshehadmadeuphermindtoputanendtoherdoubts。
Thetown-hallclockstruckeleven，withthatpeculiarresonancethatbellshaveduringthequietspringnights。AtPaimpoleleveno\'clockisverylate；soGaudclosedherwindowandlitherlamp，togotobed。
PerhapsitwasonlyshynessinYann，afterall，orwasitbecause，beingproudalso，hewasafraidofarefusal，asshewassorich？Shewantedtoaskhimthisherselfstraightforwardly，butSylvestrethoughtthatitwouldnotbetherightthing，anditwouldnotlookwellforhertoappearsobold。InPaimpolalreadyhermannersanddressweresufficientlycriticised。
Sheundressedslowlyasifinadream；firsthermuslincap，thenhertown-cutdress，whichshethrewcarelesslyonachair。Thelittlelamp，alonetoburnatthislatehour，bathedhershouldersandbosominitsmysteriouslight，herperfectform，whichnoeyeeverhadcontemplated，andnevercouldcontemplateifYanndidnotmarryher。
Sheknewherfacewasbeautiful，butshewasunconsciousofthebeautyofherfigure。Inthisremoteland，amongdaughtersoffishers，beautyofshapeisalmostpartoftherace；itisscarcelyevernoticed，andeventheleastrespectablewomenareashamedtoparadeit。
Gaudbegantounbraidhertresses，coiledintheshapeofasnail-
shellandrolledroundherears，andtwoplaitsfelluponhershoulderslikeweightyserpents。Shedrewthemupintoacrownonthetopofherhead——thiswascomfortableforsleeping——sothat，byreasonofherstraightprofile，shelookedlikeaRomanvestal。
Shestillheldupherarms，andbitingherlip，sheslowlyranherfingersthroughthegoldenmass，likeachildplayingwithatoy，whilethinkingofsomethingelse；andagainlettingitfall，shequicklyunplaitedittospreaditout；soonshewascoveredwithherownlocks，whichfelltoherknees，lookinglikesomeDruidess。
Andsleephavingcome，notwithstandingloveandanimpulsetoweep，shethrewherselfroughlyinherbed，hidingherfaceinthesilkenmassesfloatingroundheroutspreadlikeaveil。
InherhutinPloubazlanec，GrannyMoan，whowasontheotheranddarkersideofherlife，hadalsofallentosleep——thefrozensleepofoldage——dreamingofhergrandsonandofdeath。
Andatthissamehour，onboardthe/Marie/，ontheNorthernSea，whichwasveryheavyonthisparticularevening，YannandSylvestre——
thetwolonged-forrovers——sangdittiestooneanother，andwentongailywiththeirfishingintheeverlastingdaylight。
CHAPTERVI
NEWSFROMHOME
Aboutamonthlater，aroundIceland，theweatherwasofthatrarekindthatthesailorscalladeadcalm；inotherwords，intheairnothingmoved，asifallthebreezeswereexhaustedandtheirtaskdone。
Theskywascoveredwithawhiteveil，whichdarkenedtowardsitslowerbordernearthehorizon，andgraduallypassedintodullgrayleadentints；overthisthestillwatersthrewapalelight，whichfatiguedtheeyesandchilledthegazerthroughandthrough。Allatonce，liquiddesignsplayedoverthesurface，suchlightevanescentringsasoneformsbybreathingonamirror。Thesheenofthewatersseemedcoveredwithanetoffaintpatterns，whichintermingledandreformed，rapidlydisappearing。Everlastingnightoreverlastingday，onecouldscarcelysaywhatitwas；thesun，whichpointedtonospecialhour，remainedfixed，asifpresidingoverthefadinggloryofdeadthings；itappearedbutasamerering，beingalmostwithoutsubstance，andmagnifiedenormouslybyashiftinghalo。
YannandSylvestre，leaningagainstoneanother，sang\"Jean-FrancoisdeNantes，\"thesongwithoutanend；amusedbyitsverymonotony，lookingatoneanotherfromthecorneroftheireyesasiflaughingatthechildishfun，withwhichtheybegantheversesoverandoveragain，tryingtoputfreshspiritintothemeachtime。Theircheekswererosyunderthesharpfreshnessofthemorning:thepureairtheybreathedwasstrengthening，andtheyinhaleditdeepdownintheirchests，theveryfountainofallvigorousexistence。Andyet，aroundthem，wasasemblanceofnon-existence，ofaworldeitherfinishedornotyetcreated；thelightitselfhadnowarmth；allthingsseemedwithoutmotion，andasifchilledforeternityunderthegreatghostlyeyethatrepresentedthesun。
The/Marie/projectedovertheseaashadowlongandblackasnight，orratherappearingdeepgreeninthemidstofthepolishedsurface，whichreflectedallthepurityoftheheavens；inthisshadowedpart，whichhadnoglitter，couldbeplainlydistinguishedthroughthetransparency，myriadsuponmyriadsoffish，allalike，glidingslowlyinthesamedirection，asifbenttowardsthegoaloftheirperpetualtravels。Theywerecod，performingtheirevolutionsallaspartsofasinglebody，stretchedfulllengthinthesamedirection，exactlyparallel，offeringtheeffectofgraystreaks，unceasinglyagitatedbyaquickmotionthatgavealookoffluiditytothemassofdumblives。
Sometimes，withasuddenquickmovementofthetail，allturnedroundatthesametime，showingthesheenoftheirsilveredsides；andthesamemovementwasrepeatedthroughouttheentireshoalbyslowundulations，asifathousandmetalbladeshadeachthrownatinyflashoflightningfromunderthesurface。
Thesun，alreadyverylow，loweredfurther；sonighthaddecidedlycome。Asthegreatballofflamedescendedintotheleaden-colouredzonesthatsurroundedthesea，itgrewyellow，anditsouterrimbecamemoreclearandsolid。Nowitcouldbelookedstraightat，asifitwerebutthemoon。Yetitstillgaveoutlightandlookedquitenearintheimmensity；itseemedthatbygoinginaship，onlysofarastheedgeofthehorizon，onemightcollidewiththegreatmournfulglobe，floatingintheairjustafewyardsabovethewater。
Fishingwasgoingonwell；lookingintothecalmwater，onecouldseeexactlywhattookplace；howthecodcametobite，withagreedyspring；then，feelingthemselveshooked，wriggledabout，asiftohookthemselvesstillfirmer。Andeverymoment，withrapidaction，thefishermenhauledintheirlines，handoverhand，throwingthefishtothemanwhowastocleanthemandflattenthemout。
ThePaimpolfleetwerescatteredoverthequietmirror，animatingthedesert。Hereandthereappeareddistantsails，unfurledformereform\'ssake，consideringtherewasnobreeze。Theywerelikeclearwhiteoutlinesuponthegreysofthehorizon。Inthisdeadcalm，fishingoffIcelandseemedsoeasyandtranquilatradethatladies\'
yachtingwasnonameforit。
\"JeanFrancoisdeNantes；
JeanFrancois，JeanFrancois!\"
Sotheysang，likeacoupleofchildren。
Yannlittletroubledwhetherornohewashandsomeandgood-looking。
HewasboyishonlywithSylvestre，itistrue，andsangandjokedwithnoother；onthecontrary，hewasratherdistantwiththeothersandproudanddisdainful——verywillingthough，whenhishelpwasrequired，andalwayskindandobligingwhennotirritated。
Sothetwainwentonsingingtheirsong，withtwoothers，afewstepsoff，singinganother，adirge——aclashingofsleepiness，health，andvaguemelancholy。Buttheydidnotfeeldull，andthehoursflewby。
Downinthecabinafirestillsmoulderedintheironrange，andthehatchwaskeptshut，soastogivetheappearanceofnightthereforthosewhoneededsleep。Theyrequiredbutlittleairtosleep；indeed，lessrobustfellows，broughtupintowns，wouldhavewantedmore。Theyusedtogotobedafterthewatchatirregulartimes，justwhentheyfeltinclined，hourscountingforlittleinthisnever-fadinglight。
Andtheyalwayssleptsoundlyandpeacefullywithoutrestlessnessorbaddreams。
\"JeanFrancoisdeNantes；
JeanFrancois，JeanFrancois!\"
Theylookedattentivelyatsomealmostimperceptibleobject，faroffonthehorizon，somefaintsmokerisingfromthewaterslikeatinyjotofanothergraytintslightlydarkerthanthesky\'s。Theireyeswereusedtoplumbingdepths，andtheyhadseenit。
\"Asail，asail，thereaway!\"
\"Ihaveanidea，\"saidtheskipper，staringattentively，\"thatit\'sagovernmentcruisercomingonherinspection-round。\"
Thisfaintsmokebroughtnewsofhometothesailors，andamongothers，aletterwewroteof，fromanoldgrandam，writtenbythehandofabeautifulgirl。Slowlythesteamerapproachedtilltheyperceivedherblackhull。Yes，itwasthecruiser，makingtheinspectioninthesewesternfjords。
Atthesametime，aslightbreezesprangup，fresheryettoinhale，andbegantotarnishthesurfaceofthestillwatersinpatches；ittraceddesignsinabluishgreentintovertheshiningmirror，andscatteringintrails，thesefannedoutorbranchedofflikeacoraltree；allveryrapidlywithalowmurmur；itwaslikeasignalofawakeningforetellingtheendofthisintensetorpor。Thesky，itsveilbeingrentasunder，grewclear；thevapoursfelldownonthehorizon，massinginheapslikeslate-colouredwadding，asiftoformasoftbanktothesea。Thetwoever-duringmirrorsbetweenwhichthefishermenlived，theoneonhighandtheonebeneath，recoveredtheirdeeplucidity，asifthemiststarnishingthemhadbeenbrushedaway。
Theweatherwaschanginginarapidwaythatforetoldnogood。Smacksbegantoarrivefromallpointsoftheimmenseplane；first，alltheFrenchsmacksinthevicinity，fromBrittany，Normandy，Boulogne，orDunkirk。Likebirdsflockingtoacall，theyassembledroundthecruiser；fromtheapparentlyemptycornersofthehorizon，othersappearedoneveryside；theirtinygraywingswereseentilltheypeopledthepallidwaste。
Nolongerslowlydrifting，fortheyhadspreadouttheirsailstothenewandcoolbreeze，andcrackedonalltoapproach。
Far-offIcelandalsoreappeared，asifshewouldfaincomenearthemalso；showinghergreatmountainsofbarestonesmoredistinctlythanever。
AndtherearoseanewIcelandofsimilarcolour，whichlittlebylittletookamoredefiniteform，andnonethelesswaspurelyillusive，itsgiganticmountainsmerelyacondensationofmists。Thesun，sinkinglow，seemedincapableofeverrisingoverallthings，thoughglowingthroughthisphantomislandsotangiblethatitseemedplacedinfrontofit。Incomprehensiblesight!nolongerwasitsurroundedbyahalo，butitsdischadbecomefirmlyspread，ratherlikesomefadedyellowplanetslowlydecayingandsuddenlycheckedthereintheheartofchaos。
Thecruiser，whichhadstopped，wasfullysurroundedbythefleetofIcelanders。Fromallboatswerelowered，likesomanynut-shells，andconveyedtheirstrong，long-beardedmen，inbarbaric-lookingdresses，tothesteamer。
Likechildren，allhadsomethingtobegfor；remediesforpettyailments，materialsforrepairs，changeofdiet，andhomeletters。
Otherscame，sentbytheircaptains，tobeclappedinirons，toexpiatesomefault；astheyhadallbeeninthenavy，theytookthisasamatterofcourse。Whenthenarrowdeckofthecruiserwasblocked-upbyfourorfiveofthesehulkingfellows，stretchedoutwiththebilboesroundtheirfeet，theoldsailorwhohadjustchainedthemupcalledouttothem，\"Rollo\'oneside，mylads，toletuswork，d\'yehear？\"whichtheyobedientlydidwithagrin。
TherewereagreatmanylettersthistimefortheIcelandfleet。Amongtherest，twofor\"/LaMarie/，CaptainGuermeur\"；oneaddressedto\"MonsieurGaos，Yann，\"theotherto\"MonsieurMoan，Sylvestre。\"ThelatterhadcomebywayofRykavyk，wherethecruiserhadtakeniton。
Thepurser，divingintohispost-bagsofsailcloth，distributedthemallround，oftenfindingithardtoreadtheaddresses，whichwerenotalwayswrittenveryskilfully，whilethecaptainkeptonsaying:\"Lookalivethere，lookalive!thebarometerisfalling。\"
Hewasratheranxioustoseeallthetinyyawlsafloat，andsomanyvesselsassembledinthatdangerousregion。
YannandSylvestreusedtoreadtheirletterstogether。Thistimetheyreadthembythelightofthemidnightsun，shiningabovethehorizon，stilllikeadeadluminary。Sittingtogether，alittletooneside，inaretirednookofthedeck，theirarmsabouteachother\'sshoulders，theyveryslowlyread，asiftoenjoymorethoroughlythenewssentthemfromhome。
InYann\'sletterSylvestregotnewsofMarieGaos，hislittlesweetheart；inSylvestre\'s，YannreadallGrannyMoan\'sfunnystories，forshehadnotherlikeforamusingtheabsentonesyouwillremember；andthelastparagraphconcerninghimcameup:the\"wordofgreetingtoyoungGaos。\"
Whenthelettersweregotthrough，Sylvestretimidlyshowedhistohisbigfriend，totryandmakehimadmirethewritingofit。
\"Look，isitnotprettywriting，Yann？\"
ButYann，whoknewverywellwhosehandhadtracedit，turnedaside，shrugginghisshoulders，asmuchastosaythathewasworriedtoooftenaboutthisGaudgirl。
SoSylvestrecarefullyfoldedupthepoor，rejectedpaper，putitintoitsenvelopeandallinhisjersey，nexthisbreast，sayingtohimselfsadly:\"Forsure，they\'llnevermarry。Butwhatonearthcanhehavetosayagainsther？\"
Midnightwasstruckonthecruiser\'sbell。Andyetourcoupleremainedsittingthere，thinkingofhome，theabsentones，athousandthingsinreverie。Atthissamemomenttheeverlastingsun，whichhaddippeditsloweredgeintothewaters，beganslowlytoreascend，andlo!thiswasmorning。
PARTII
INTHEBRETONLAND
CHAPTERI
THEPLAYTHINGOFTHESTORM
TheNorthernsunhadtakenanotheraspectandchangeditscolour，openingthenewdaybyasinistermorn。Completelyfreefromitsveil，itgaveforthitsgrandrays，crossingtheskyinfitfulflashes，foretellingnastyweather。Duringthepastfewdaysithadbeentoofinetolast。Thewindsblewuponthatswarmofboats，asiftocleartheseaofthem；andtheybegantodisperseandflee，likeanarmyputtorout，beforethewarningwrittenintheair，beyondpossibilitytomisread。Harderandharderitblew，makingmenandshipsquakealike。
Andthestilltinywavesbegantorunoneafteranotherandtomelttogether；atfirsttheywerefrostedoverwithwhitefoamspreadoutinpatches；andthen，withawhizzingsound，arosesmokeasthoughtheyburnedandscorched，andthewhistlinggrewloudereverymoment。
Fish-catchingwasnolongerthoughtof；itwastheirworkondeck。Thefishinglineshadbeendrawnin，andallhurriedtomakesailandsometoseekforshelterinthefjords，whileyetotherspreferredtoroundthesouthernpointofIceland，findingitsafertostandfortheopensea，withthefreespaceaboutthem，andrunbeforethesternwind。
Theycouldstillseeeachotherawhile:hereandthere，abovethetroughofthesea，sailswaggedaspoorweariedbirdsfleeing；themaststipped，buteverandanonrighted，liketheweightedpithfiguresthatsimilarlyresumeanerectattitudewhenreleasedafterbeingblowndown。
Theillimitablecloudyroof，erstwhilecompactedtowardsthewesternhorizon，inanislandform，begantobreakuponhighandsenditsfragmentsoverthesurface。Itseemedindestructible，forvainlydidthewindsstretchit，pullandtossitasunder，continuallytearingawaydarkstrips，whichtheywavedoverthepaleyellowsky，graduallybecomingintenselyandicilylivid。Evermorestronglygrewthewindthatthrewallthingsinturmoil。
ThecruiserhaddepartedforshelteratIceland；somefishersaloneremainedupontheseethingsea，whichnowtookanill-bodinglookandadreadfulcolour。Allhastilymadepreparationsforbadweather。
Betweenoneandanotherthedistancegrewgreater，tillsomewerelostsightof。
Thewaves，curlingupinscrolls，continuedtorunaftereachother，toreassembleandclimbononeanother，andbetweenthemthehollowsdeepened。
Inafewhours，everythingwasbelabouredandoverthrownintheseregionsthathadbeensocalmthedaybefore，andinsteadofthepastsilence，theuproarwasdeafening。Thepresentagitationwasadissolvingview，unconscientiousanduseless，andquicklyaccomplished。Whatwastheobjectofitall？Whatamysteryofblinddestructionitwas!
Thecloudscontinuedtostreamoutonhigh，outofthewestcontinually，racinganddarkeningall。Afewyellowcleftsremained，throughwhichthesunshotitsraysinvolleys。Andthenowgreenishwaterwasstripedmorethicklywithsnowyfroth。
Bymiddaythe/Marie/wasmadecompletelysnugfordirtyweather:herhatchesbatteneddown，andhersailsstorm-reefed；sheboundedlightlyandelastic；forallthehorridconfusion，sheseemedtobeplayingliketheporpoises，alsoamusedinstorms。Withherforesailtakenin，shesimplyscuddedbeforethewind。
Ithadbecomequitedarkoverhead，wherestretchedtheheavilycrushingvault。Studdedwithshapelessgloomyspots，itappearedasetdome，unlessasteadiergazeascertainedthateverythingwasinthefullrushofmotion；endlessgrayveilsweredrawnalong，unceasinglyfollowedbyothers，fromtheprofunditiesofthesky-line——draperiesofdarkness，pulledfromanever-endingroll。
The/Marie/fledfasterandfasterbeforethewind；andtimefledalso——beforesomeinvisibleandmysteriouspower。Thegale，thesea，the/Marie/，andthecloudswerealllashedintoonegreatmadnessofhastyflighttowardsthesamepoint。Thefastestofallwasthewind；
thenthehugeseethingbillows，heavierandslower，toilingafter；
and，lastly，thesmack，draggedintothegeneralwhirl。Thewavestrackedherdownwiththeirwhitecrests，tumblingonwardincontinualmotion，andshe——thoughalwaysbeingcaughtuptoandoutrun——stillmanagedtoeludethembymeansoftheeddyingwatersshespurnedinherwake，uponwhichtheyventedtheirfury。Inthissimilitudeofflightthesensationparticularlyexperiencedwasofbuoyancy，thedelightofbeingcarriedalongwithouteffortortrouble，inaspringysortofway。The/Marie/mountedoverthewaveswithoutanyshaking，asifthewindhadliftedhercleanup；andhersubsequentdescentwasaslide。Shealmostslidbackward，though，attimes，themountainsloweringbeforeherasifcontinuingtorun，andthenshesuddenlyfoundherselfdroppedintooneofthemeasurelesshollowsthatevadedheralso；withoutinjuryshesoundeditshorribledepths，amidaloudsplashingofwater，whichdidnotevensprinkleherdecks，butwasblownonandonlikeeverythingelse，evaporatinginfinerandfinersprayuntilitwasthinnedawaytonothing。Inthetroughitwasdarker，andwheneachwavehadpassedthemenlookedbehindthemtoseeifthenexttoappearwerehigher；itcameuponthemwithfuriouscontortions，andcurlingcrests，overitstransparentemeraldbody，seemingtoshriek:\"Onlyletmecatchyou，andI\'llswallowyouwhole!\"
Butthisnevercametopass，for，asafeather，thebillowssoftlyborethemupandthendownsogently；theyfeltitpassunderthem，withallitsboilingsurfandthunderousroar。Andsooncontinually，buttheseagettingheavierandheavier。Oneafteranotherrushedthewaves，moreandmoregigantic，likealongchainofmountains，withyawningvalleys。Andthemadnessofallthismovement，undertheever-
darkeningsky，acceleratedtheheightoftheintolerableclamour。
YannandSylvestrestoodatthehelm，stillsinging，\"JeanFrancoisdeNantes\"；intoxicatedwiththequiverofspeed，theysangoutloudly，laughingattheirinabilitytohearthemselvesinthisprodigiouswrathofthewind。
\"Isay，lads，doesitsmellmustyupheretoo？\"calledoutGuermeurtothem，passinghisbeardedfaceupthroughthehalf-openhatchway，likeJack-in-the-box。
Oh，no!itcertainlydidnotsmellmustyondeck。Theywerenotatallfrightened，beingquiteconsciousofwhatmencancopewith，havingfaithinthestrengthoftheirbarkeyandtheirarms。AndtheyfurthermorereliedupontheprotectionofthatchinaVirgin，whichhadvoyagedfortyyearstoIceland，andsooftenhaddancedthedanceofthisday，smilingperpetuallybetweenherbranchesofartificialflowers。
Generallyspeaking，theycouldnotseefararoundthem；afewhundredyardsoff，allseemedentombedinthefearfullybigbillows，withtheirfrothingcrestsshuttingouttheview。Theyfeltasifinanenclosure，continuallyalteringshape；and，besides，allthingsseemeddrownedintheaqueoussmoke，whichfledbeforethemlikeacloudwiththegreatestrapidityovertheheavingsurface。Butfromtimetotimeagleamofsunlightpiercedthroughthenorth-westsky，throughwhichasquallthreatened；ashudderinglightwouldappearfromabove，aratherspun-outdimness，makingthedomeoftheheavensdenserthanbefore，andfeeblylightingupthesurge。Thisnewlightwassadtobehold；far-offglimpsesastheywere，thatgavetoostronganunderstandingthatthesamechaosandthesamefurylayonallsides，evenfar，farbehindtheseeminglyvoidhorizon；therewasnolimittoitsexpanseofstorm，andtheystoodaloneinitsmidst!
Atremendoustumultaroseallabout，likethepreludeofanapocalypse，spreadingtheterroroftheultimateendoftheearth。Andamidstitthousandsofvoicescouldbeheardabove，shrieking，bellowing，calling，asfromagreatdistance。Itwasonlythewind，thegreatmotivebreathofallthisdisorder，thevoiceoftheinvisiblepowerrulingall。Thencameothervoices，nearerandlessindefinite，threateningdestruction，andmakingthewatershudderandhissasifonburningcoals；thedisturbanceincreasedinterror。
Notwithstandingtheirflight，theseabegantogainonthem，to\"burythemup，\"astheyphrasedit:firstthesprayfelldownonthemfrombehind，andmassesofwaterthrownwithsuchviolenceastobreakeverythingintheircourse。Thewaveswereeverincreasing，andthetempesttoreofftheirridgesandhurledthem，too，uponthepoop，likeademon\'sgameofsnowballing，tilldashedtoatomsonthebulwarks。Heaviermassesfellontheplankswithahammeringsound，tillthe/Marie/shiveredthroughout，asifinpain。Nothingcouldbedistinguishedovertheside，becauseofthescreenofcreamyfoam；andwhenthewindssoughedmoreloudly，thisfoamformedintowhirlingspouts，likethedustofthewayinsummertime。Atlengthaheavyrainfellcrossways，andsoonstraightupanddown，andhowalltheseelementsofdestructionyelledtogether，clashedandinterlocked，notonguecantell。
YannandSylvestrestuckstaunchlytothehelm，coveredwiththeirwaterproofs，hardandshinyassharkskin；theyhadfirmlysecuredthematthethroatbytarredstrings，andlikewiseatwristsandanklestopreventthewaterfromrunningin，andtherainonlypouredoffthem；
whenitfelltooheavily，theyarchedtheirbacks，andheldallthemorestoutly，nottobethrownovertheboard。Theircheeksburned，andeveryminutetheirbreathwasbeatenoutorstopped。
Aftereachseawasshippedandrushedover，theyexchangedglances，grinningatthecrustofsaltsettledintheirbeards。
Inthelongrunthough，thisbecametiresome，anunceasingfury，whichalwayspromisedaworsevisitation。Thefuryofmenandbeastssoonfallsanddiesaway；butthefuryoflifelessthings，withoutcauseorobject，isasmysteriousaslifeanddeath，andhastobeborneforverylong。
\"JeanFrancoisdeNantes；
JeanFrancois，JeanFrancois!\"
Throughtheirpalelipsstillcametherefrainoftheoldsong，butasfromaspeakingautomaton，unconsciouslytakenupfromtimetotime。
Theexcessofmotionanduproarhadmadethemdumb，anddespitetheiryouththeirsmileswereinsincere，andtheirteethchatteredwithcold；theireyes，half-closedundertheirraw，throbbingeyelids，remainedglazedinterror。Lashedtothehelm，likemarblecaryatides，theyonlymovedtheirnumbedbluehands，almostwithoutthinking，bysheermuscularhabit。Withtheirhairstreamingandmouthscontracted，theyhadbecomechanged，alltheprimitivewildnessinmanappearingagain。Theycouldnotseeoneanothertruly，butstillwereawareofbeingcompanioned。Intheinstantsofgreatestdanger，eachtimethatafreshmountainofwaterrosebehindthem，cametoovertowerthem，andcrashhorriblyagainsttheirboat，oneoftheirhandswouldmoveasifinvoluntarily，toformthesignofthecross。TheynomorethoughtofGaudthanofanyotherwoman，oranymarrying。Thetravailwaslastingtoolong，andtheyhadnothoughtsleft。Theintoxicationofnoise，cold，andfatiguedrownedallintheirbrain。Theyweremerelytwopillarsofstiffenedhumanflesh，heldupbythehelm；twostrongbeasts，cowering，butdeterminedtheywouldnotbeoverwhelmed。
CHAPTERII
APARDONABLERUSE
InBrittany，towardstheendofSeptember，onanalreadychillyday，GaudwaswalkingaloneacrossthecommonofPloubazlanec，inthedirectionofPors-Even。
TheIcelandershadreturnedamonthback，excepttwo，whichhadperishedinthatJunegale。Butthe/Marie/hadheldherown，andYannandallhercrewwerepeacefullyathome。
GaudfeltverytroubledattheideaofgoingtoYann\'shouse。ShehadseenhimoncesincethereturnfromIceland，whentheyhadallgonetogethertoseepoorlittleSylvestreofftothenavy。Theyaccompaniedhimtothecoaching-house，heblubberingalittleandhisgrandmotherweeping，andhehadstartedtojointhefleetatBrest。
Yann，whohadcomealsotobidgood-byetohislittlefriend，hadfeignedtolookasidewhenGaudlookedathim，andasthereweremanypeopleroundthecoachtoseetheothersailorsoff，andparentsassembledtosaygood-bye，thepairhadnotachancetospeak。So，atlast，shehadformedastrongresolution，andrathertimidlywendedherwaytowardstheGaos\'shome。
HerfatherhadformerlyhadmutualinterestswithYann\'sfather(complicatedbusiness，which，withpeasantsandfishersalike，seemstobeendless)，andowedhimahundredfrancsforthesaleofaboat，whichhadjusttakenplaceinaraffle。
\"Yououghttoletmecarrythemoneytohim，father，\"shehadsaid。\"I
shallbepleasedtoseeMarieGaos。IneverhavebeensofarinPloubazlanec，either，andIshallenjoythelongwalk。\"
Tospeakthetruth，shewascuriouslyanxioustoknowYann\'sfamily，whichshemightsomedayenter；andshealsowantedtoseethehouseandvillage。
Inoneoftheirlastchats，beforehisdeparture，Sylvestrehadexplainedtoher，inhisownway，hisfriend\'sshyness。
\"D\'yesee，Gaud，he\'slikethis，hewon\'tmarryanybody，that\'shisidea；heonlylovesthesea，andonedayeven，infun，hesaidhehadpromisedtobeweddedtoit。\"
Whereupon，sheforgavehimallhispeculiarways，andrememberedonlyhisbeautifulopensmileonthenightoftheball，andshehopedonandon。
Ifsheweretomeethiminhishome，ofcourseshewouldsaynothing；
shehadnointentionofbeingsobold。Butifhesawhercloselyagain，perhapshemightspeak。
CHAPTERIII
OFSINISTERPORTENT
Shehadbeenwalkingforthelasthour，lightlyyetoppressed，inhalingthehealthyopenbreezewhistlinguptheroadstowheretheycrossedand/Calvaires/wereerected，ghastlyhighwayornamentsofourSaviouronHiscross，towhichBretonsaregiven。
Fromtimetotimeshepassedthroughsmallfishingvillages，whicharebeatenaboutbythewindsthewholeyearthroughtillofthecolouroftherocks。Inoneofthesehamlets，wherethepathnarrowssuddenlybetweendarkwalls，andbetweenthewhitewashedroofs，highandpointedlikeCeltichuts，atavernsign-boardmadehersmile。Itwas\"TheChineseCiderCellars。\"Onitwerepaintedtwogrotesquefigures，dressedingreenandpinkrobes，withpigtails，drinkingcider。NodoubtthewhimofsomeoldsailorwhohadbeeninChina。Shesawallonherway；peoplewhoaregreatlyengrossedintheobjectofajourneyalwaysfindmoreamusementthanothersinitsthousanddetails。
Thetinyvillagewasfarbehindhernow，andassheadvancedinthislastpromontoryoftheBretonland，thetreesaroundherbecamemorescarce，andthecountrymoremournful。
Thegroundwasundulatingandrocky，andfromalltheheightstheopenseacouldbeseen。Nomoretreesnow；nothingbuttheshornheathswiththeirgreenreeds，andhereandtheretheconsecratedcrossesrose，theiroutstretchedarmsoutlinedagainstthesky，givingthewholecountrytheaspectofacemetery。
Atoneofthecross-ways，guardedbyacolossalimageofChrist，shehesitatedbetweentworoadsrunningamongthornyslopes。
Achildhappeningtopass，cametoherrescue:\"Good-day，MademoiselleGaud!\"
ItwasoneofthelittleGaoses，oneofYann\'sweesisters。Gaudkissedherandaskedherifherparentswereathome。
\"Fatherandmotherare，yes。ButbrotherYann，\"saidthelittleone，withoutintent，ofcourse，\"hasgonetoLoguivy；butIdon\'tthinkhe\'llbeverylatehomeagain。\"
Sohewasnotthere？Againdestinywasbetweenthem，everywhereandalways。Shethoughtatfirstofputtingoffhervisittoanotherday。
Butthelittlelasswhohadmethermightmentionthefact。WhatwouldtheythinkatPors-Even？Soshedecidedtogoon，butloiteringsoastogiveYanntimetoreturn。
Asshenearedhisvillage，inthislostcountry，allthingsseemedrougherandmoredesolate。Seabreezesthatmademenstronger，madeshorterandmorestubblyplants。Seaweedsofallkindswerescatteredoverthepaths，leavesfromgrowthsinanotherelement，provingtheexistenceofaneighbouringworld；theirbrinyodourmingledwiththeperfumeoftheheather。
NowandagainGaudmetpassers-by，sea-folk，whocouldbeseenalongwayoff，overthebarecountry，outlinedandmagnifiedagainstthehighsea-line。Pilotsorfishers，seemingtowatchthegreatsea，inpassingherwishedhergood-day。Broadsun-burntfacesweretheirs，manlyanddeterminedundertheireasycaps。
Timedidnotgoquicklyenough，andshereallydidnotknowwhattodotolengthentheway；thesepeopleseemedsurprisedatseeingherwalksoslowly。
WhatcouldYannbedoingatLoguivy？Courtingthegirls，perhaps。
Ah!ifsheonlyhadknownhowlittlehetroubledhisheadaboutthem!
HehadsimplygonetoLoguivytogiveanordertoabasket-maker，whowastheonlyoneinthecountryknowinghowtoweavelobsterpots。Hismindwasveryfreefromlovejustnow。
Shepassedachapel，atsuchaheightitcouldbeseenremotely。Itwasalittlegrayoldchapelinthemidstofthebarren。Aclumpoftrees，graytoo，andalmostleafless，seemedlikehairtoit，pushedbysomeinvisiblehandallononeside。
Itwasthatsamehandthathadwreckedthefishers\'boats，theeternalhandofthewesternwinds，andhadtwistedallthebranchesofthecoasttreesinthedirectionofthewavesandoftheoff-seabreezes。
Theoldtreeshadgrownawryanddishevelled，bendingtheirbacksunderthetime-honouredstrengthofthathand。
Gaudwasalmostattheendofherwalk，asthechapelinsightwasthatofPors-Even；soshestoppedtheretowinalittlemoretime。
Apettymoulderingwallranroundanenclosurecontainingtombstones。
Everythingwasofthesamecolour，chapel，trees，andgraves；thewholespotseemedfadedandeatenintobythesea-wind；thestones，theknottybranches，andthegranitesaints，placedinthewallniches，werecoveredbythesamegrayishlichen，splashedpaleyellow。
Ononeofthewoodencrossesthisnamewaswritteninlargeletters:
\"GAOS——GAOS，JOEL，80years。\"
Yes，thiswastheoldgrandfather——sheknewthat——fortheseahadnotwantedthisoldsailor。AndmanyofYann\'srelatives，besides，slepthere；itwasonlynatural，andshemighthaveexpectedit；
nevertheless，thenameuponthetombhadmadeasadimpression。
Towastealittlemoretime，sheenteredtosayaprayerundertheoldcrampedporch，wornawayanddaubedoverwithwhitewash。Butshestoppedagainwithasharppainatherheart。\"Gaos\"——againthatname，engravedupononeoftheslabserectedinmemoryofthosewhodieatsea。
Shereadthisinscription:
\"TotheMemoryofGAOS，JEAN-LOUIS，Aged24years；seamanonboardthe/Marguerite/。
DisappearedoffIceland，August3d，1877。
Mayherestinpeace!\"
Iceland——alwaysIceland!Allovertheporchwerewoodenslabsbearingthenamesofdeadsailors。ItwastheplacereservedfortheshipwreckedofPors-Even。Filledwithadarkforebodingshewassorrytohavegonethere。
InPaimpolchurchshehadseenmanysuchinscriptions；butinthisvillagetheemptytomboftheIcelandfishersseemedmoresadbecausesoloneandhumble。Oneachsideofthedoorwaywasagraniteseatforthewidowsandmothers；andthisshadyspot，irregularlyshapedlikeagrotto，wasguardedbyanoldimageoftheVirgin，colouredred，withlargestaringeyes，lookingmostlikeCybele——thefirstgoddessoftheearth。
\"Gaos!\"Again!
\"TotheMemoryofGAOS，FRANCOIS，HusbandofAnne-MarieleGoaster，Captainonboardthe/Paimpolais/，LostoffIceland，betweenthe1stand3dofMay，1877，Withthetwenty-threemenofhiscrew。
Maytheyrestinpeace!\"
And，lowerdown，weretwocross-bonesunderablackskullwithgreeneyes，asimplebutghastlyemblem，remindingoneofallthebarbarismofabygoneage。
\"Gaos，Gaos!\"Thenamewaseverywhere。Assheread，thrillsofsweettendernesscameoverherforthisYannofherchoice，dampedbyafeelingofhopelessness。Nay，hewouldneverbehers!HowcouldshetearhimfromtheseawheresomanyotherGaoseshadgonedown，ancestorsandbrothers，whomusthavelovedthesealikehe!Sheenteredthechapel。Itwasalmostdark，badlylitbylowwindowswithheavyframes。Andthere，herheartfulloftearsthatwouldbetterhavefallen，sheknelttopraybeforethecolossalsaints，surroundedbycommonflowers，touchingthevaultedroofwiththeirmassiveheads。
Outside，therisingwindbegantosobasifitbroughtthedeath-gaspsofthedrownedmenbacktotheirFatherland。
Nightdrewnear；sheroseandwentonherway。Afterhavingaskedinthevillage，shefoundthehomeoftheGaosfamily，whichwasbuiltupagainstahighcliff。Adozengranitestepsleduptoit。TremblingalittleatthethoughtthatYannmighthavereturned，shecrossedthesmallgardenwherechrysanthemumsandveronicasgrew。