Then hoist the anchor in board and send a man down with the key to open the bar. Next morning with a fair wind astern we had buzzed around the corner of England and were running down the Channel. I know no finer sight, for those who have never seen it, than the English Channel. It is the highway of the world. Ships of all nations are passing up and down, Dutch, Scotch, Venezuelan, and even American.
Chinese junks rush to and fro.
Warships, motor yachts, icebergs, and lumber rafts are everywhere. If I add to this fact that so thick a fog hangs over it that it is entirely hidden from sight, my readers can form some idea of the majesty of the scene. . . . . . . . We had now been three days at sea. My first sea-sickness was wearing off, and I thought less of Father. On the third morning Captain Bilge descended to my cabin.