earnest and blotted out everything. There was a strong wind blowing, and the vapor, which was cold and piercing, swept the deck with dripping moisture. Then we came to a standstill. The ship's bell was rung continually forward, and somebody was whanging on the gong toward the stern. Everybody knew that, if this sort of thing lasted long, we would not get over the bar that tide, and consequently everybody felt annoyed, for this delay would lengthen the trip, and people, as a general thing, do not take passage on an ocean racer, with the idea of getting in a day late. Suddenly the fog lifted clear from shore to shore. Then we saw something that was not calculated to put our minds at ease. A big three-masted vessel, with full sail, dashed past us only a very few yards behind the stern of the mammoth steamer.
"Look at that blundering idiot," said the purser to me, "rushing full speed over crowded New York Bay in a fog as thick as pea soup. A captain who would do a thing like that ought to be hanged."
Before the fog settled down again we saw the Dartonia with her anchor chain out a few hundred yards to our left, and, further on, one of the big German steamers, also at anchor.
In the short time that the fog was lifted our own vessel made some progress toward the bar. Then
