ButnowIcouldnotseefiftyyardsaroundme，becauseofadensemistthatgatheredonthefaceofthequietwater，andhungthereforanhourormore。
Whenthesunwaswellupandatlengththemistclearedaway，IperceivedthatIhaddriftedfarfromtheship，ofwhichIcouldonlyseethemaststhatgreweverfaintertilltheyvanished。
Nowthesurfaceoftheseawasclearoffogexceptinonedirection，whereithunginathickbankofvapour，thoughwhyitshouldrestthereandnowhereelse，I
couldnotunderstand。
Thenthesungrewhot，andmysufferingscommenced，forexceptthedraughtofspiritsthathadbeengivenmeintheholdoftheslave-