'T was a rough night, and blew so stiffly yet,

That the sail was becalmed between the seas,[117]Though on the wave's high top too much to set,

They dared not take it in for all the breeze:

Each sea curled o'er the stern, and kept them wet,

And made them bale without a moment's ease,[118]So that themselves as well as hopes were damped,

And the poor little cutter quickly swamped.