1 There we find that only one Black-Sea-bound ship go out with the tide.
2 The water rose and rose; and he began to fear that he would lose the tide altogether.
3 It is said, too, that he can only pass running water at the slack or the flood of the tide.
4 However, the ship went out on the ebb tide; and was doubtless by morning far down the river mouth.
5 He was in no friendly mood, when just at full tide, the thin man came up the gang-plank again and asked to see where his box had been stowed.
6 This may yet be his salvation, for, if all go well, it will tide him over the despairing period; he will then, in a kind of way, wake again to the realities of life.
7 It is nice at high water; but when the tide is out it shoals away to nothing, and there is merely the stream of the Esk, running between banks of sand, with rocks here and there.
8 I was not sleepy, as the long sleep yesterday had fortified me; but I could not help experiencing that chill which comes over one at the coming of the dawn, which is like, in its way, the turn of the tide.
9 They say that people who are near death die generally at the change to the dawn or at the turn of the tide; any one who has when tired, and tied as it were to his post, experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe it.
10 The schooner paused not, but rushing across the harbour, pitched herself on that accumulation of sand and gravel washed by many tides and many storms into the south-east corner of the pier jutting under the East Cliff, known locally as Tate Hill Pier.