JACK BOBSTAY SPINNING YARN. 93

Meantime, the ocean behind them was growing bigger and the
ocean before them was growing smaller. The steamer’s engines cease-
lessly panted night and day. The great hull kept rising and falling
with the sea, yet ever going forward, and the Land of the Sunrise,
so long a dream, promised soon to become a fact before the pilgrims’
eyes. “Every wave takes us nearer,” said Ralph; but how many
waves there seemed to be!