description: Excerpt from The Ocean Sleuth Though it was not long after midnight, as shore time goes, when we left the sulky red eye of Lewanick Light behind us, we came upon the wrecked Diadem and her consort in that eerie hour which hangs between true night and the first twilight of the dawn. In June, and fine weather, nature wakes early. Though honest folk snored ashore, when we rounded Lewanick Point the chug, ke-chug, ke-chug of our motor launch was answered from the dim fields at the water's edge by the shrill dry retchings of cockcrow. Up channel, Venus, now a morning star, shone close to the horizon, bright gold upon a belt of rosy pink, but under the shadow of the Lizard's tall cliffs it was still night. Their crests stood up like black battlements against the glow from the great lighthouse just behind them, now sharply outlined, now blurred, black and dark grey by turns as the lantern waxed and waned. The Light itself lay back, invisible, but its wheeling ray flashed out and passed high over our heads every three seconds, rhythmic, silent, and true, like the sword of flame behind the gates of Paradise. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
title: The Ocean Sleuth