Chapter 13 Chapter Thirteen The Magnificence of the Sea

Who expressed disappointment at the decisions these guests made?That was the proprietor of the Caledonian Hotel.If Mike Fain can do it, how much he wants to blow up all these islands and small islands!It was they that blocked the view of the sea from Oban.After the family had left, he said he regretted hosting these paranoid people as a way of comforting himself. At eight o'clock in the morning the Melville brothers, Miss Campbell, Mrs Beth and Partridge boarded the "Steamy Pioneer Clipper," as it was advertised, and sailed round the Isle of Mull, passing Jonah in between. Island and Stafford Island before returning to Oban that evening.

Oliver Sinclair was ahead of his companions at the embarkation quay, the trestle quay at the fence.He waited for them on the gangway that ran between the two rollers of the steamer. As for Aristobulus Ursyklaus, the trip had nothing to do with him.However, the Melville brothers felt that he should be informed of their hasty departure.This is the most basic courtesy, not to mention they are the most polite people in the world. Aristobulus Ursyklaus reacted indifferently to the announcement from the two uncles. He simply thanked them and said nothing about his intention. So the Melville brothers took their leave, hoping that if their darling was too cautious, and Miss Campbell disliked him a little, it would be over, and it would be after a fine autumn evening and a fine sunset.Yona Island doesn't seem to be stingy with such nights and sunsets.At least, they thought so.

All the passengers were on board, and with the sound of the third whistle and the loosening of the cables, the Pioneer turned around and sailed out of the harbor into the Kairrere Strait in the south. Some of the ship's passengers, attracted by the fascinating twelve-hour tour around the Isle of Mull, swam two or three times a week.Miss Campbell and her companions had to give up the twelve-hour tour and disembark at the first port of call. In fact, they were anxious to reach the Isle of Jona, to this new land, which was convenient for their observation.The weather was fine and the sea was as calm as a lake.The crossing should be beautiful too.If their wishes cannot be fulfilled that night, then they will wait patiently after they settle down on the island.There, the curtain has been raised, or at least the scenery has always been set.Unless it's due to bad weather, or certainly won't stop this green light one-act play.

Simply put, before noon, everyone will arrive at the destination of the trip. The "Pioneer" clipper sailed down the Kairlere Strait, rounded the southern tip of the island, and began to cross the mouth of the wide Lorne Bay, leaving Colonsay and its ancient monastery on the left. The aristocrats built this monastery.The boat sailed down the southern coast of the Isle of Mull again, and the coast was like a giant crab floating in the open sea, its lower pincers curved slightly to the southwest.Suddenly, Mount Benmore rose 3,500 feet above the distant mountains, which were rugged and steep, and the heath formed its natural coat, and the rounded peaks looked down on the pastures where the cattle painted. Spotted in spots, Mount Adaris cuts these pastures abruptly across its vast plateau.

The picturesque Isle of Iona looms to the northwest, almost at the tip of the crab's southern pincer on the Isle of Mull.The vast Atlantic Ocean stretches as far as the eye can see. "Do you love the sea, Mr. Sinclair?" Miss Campbell asked the young companion.He sat next to her on the gangway of the Pioneer, admiring the beautiful view. "I love the sea so much, Miss Campbell!" he answered. "Yes, I am not one of those philistines who find the sea to look monotonous. Nothing seems to me more varied than the face of the sea." , but observe it at different stages. The colors of the sea are so perfectly blended with each other that it may be more difficult for a painter to paint all the colors that are both consistent and different than a face with changing expressions. .”

"Indeed," said Miss Campbell, "the sea changes face with every slight breeze, and changes every moment with the light with which it is saturated." "Look at it now, Miss Campbell," continued Oliver Sinclair, "it's absolutely peaceful! Isn't it like a beautiful sleeping face? Nothing can spoil its admirable purity, There is no wrinkle on its face, it is very young and beautiful! It can be said that this is just a big mirror, but it is a mirror that reflects the sky, and God can see himself in it." "A mirror often broken by storms!" added Miss Campbell.

"Well!" replied Oliver Sinclair, "that's what makes the face of the sea so changeable! A breath of wind changes its face, wrinkles it, makes its waves undulate, makes its hair white, and in an instant It's a hundred years older, but it's always beautiful, phosphorescent and foamy!" "Do you think, Mr. Sinclair," asked Miss Campbell, "that no painter, however great he may be, would be able to paint the sea in its various forms?" "I don't think so, Miss Campbell, and how could he? It's true that the sea has no color of its own. It's just a great mirror of the sky! Is it blue? But you can't paint it with blue! It's green." Can't paint it in green, too! When the sea is dark, leaden, and furious, you'll see it turbulent, and it's as if the sky mixes in the sea the clouds that hang over the sea. Ah! Miss Campbell, The more I look, the more I feel that this sea is majestic and magnificent! The ocean! Two words describe everything! It is vast! The deepest part of the seabed is covered with boundless grasslands. In comparison, our grasslands are so desolate! Darwin once It has been said. What is the widest continent before the ocean? It is but a small island surrounded by water! It covers four-fifths of the surface of the earth! It is like a man, whose heart beats on the equator, through An uninterrupted cycle, self-supplied by the vapors it emits, which feeds the vapors, which return to the oceans by rivers, or directly by the oceans through direct rain! Yes, the oceans, are endless, Man cannot see, but feels, and, according to the poet, as infinite as the universe reflected in its waters!"

"I like to hear you speak with such passion, Mr. Sinclair," said Miss Campbell. "I have the same passion! Really! I love the sea as much as you do!" "You're not afraid of danger, are you?" asked Oliver Sinclair. "No, actually, I wouldn't be afraid! Can a man be afraid of what he admires?" "You must be a brave traveler?" "Perhaps so, Mr. Sinclair," replied Miss Campbell. "In short, among the travel notes I have read, I like to read those travel notes that discover the far seas. How many times, I have traveled with those great navigators to travel through these far seas! How many times, I have plunged into this unknown world, indeed Just relying on imagination. But these heroes who have accomplished such a great cause, I don't know what is more enviable than their experience!"

"Yes, Miss Campbell, what could be more beautiful than these discoveries in the history of mankind! Every time I see a boat, a warship, a merchant vessel, or just a fishing boat, and see them set off, my heart I couldn't help but follow me aboard! I think I was born to be a sailor." "Have you at least traveled at sea?" asked Miss Campbell. "I did my best," Oliver Sinclair replied. "I have traveled a part of the Mediterranean Sea, from the Strait of Gibraltar to the ports on the eastern coast of the Mediterranean Sea, and the Atlantic Ocean as far as North America, and the northern seas of Europe, and I am familiar with all the seas that nature has generously gifted to England and Scotland..."

"So beautiful, Mr. Sinclair!" "Indeed, Miss Campbell, I don't know how to compare with the waters of the Hebrides that the steamer took us to! These are the real islands, not as blue as the East, but in its wild rocks and fog Maybe it's more poetic in the misty sky. The Greek islands give birth to such a society of gods. Good! But you'll see those are very vulgar, practical gods who are especially good at living vulgar lives and being a little Business, counting expenses, Olympus seems to me somewhat like a pretentious salon, where gather these gods, and they are a little too much like the people in the salon, with all their faults! Our Hebrides are No, this is the place of supernatural beings! Scandinavian gods, immaterial, very pure, have ungraspable forms, that's not flesh! It's Odan, Ocion, Finger are these poems The glow of the soul. They jumped out of the saga book.

"How beautiful are these people whom the book speaks of! This is Olympus, which is more sacred than the Greek Olympus! This Olympus is not stained with earthly things. If it needs to be given A proper place for those masters would be in the waters of our Hebrides. Yes! Miss Campbell, here I worship our gods, and, as the old Caledonian A true boy, I would not try to change our archipelago, with its two hundred islands, its steamy sky, and its irregular tides. The Gulf Stream heats up the tides for all the islands of the eastern seas! " "It is indeed ours, us Scots of the Highlands!" replied Miss Campbell, encouraged by the burning words of her young companion, "our Scots of Argyll! Ah! Mr. Sinclair, I am as obsessed with our Caledonian Islands as you are! It is so beautiful, I love it, even when it is angry!" "Indeed, its tantrums are magnificent," Oliver Sinclair went on. "After a journey of three thousand miles, nothing can stop it from gale! The coast of Scotland is facing the coast of America. If there, from the other side of the Atlantic, raises a stormy sea, this side, the waves and storms will also blow." It is coming, winds and waves are rushing towards Western Europe! But what will they do to our Hebrides? These islands have a base of granite, rock-solid, to withstand the fury of the hurricane and the sea!  … " "Hey! A compound of hydrogen and oxygen, containing 2.5 percent sodium oxide! Indeed, there is nothing so beautiful as the collision of sodium chloride!" These words were evidently addressed to Miss Campbell and Oliver, who turned their backs as if in answer to their passion. Aristobulus Ursyklaus was standing on the gangway in the distance. Knowing that Oliver Sinclair was to accompany Miss Campbell to the Isle of Jonas, the obnoxious man could not resist the desire to leave Oban at the same time as her, so he embarked before them, and remained in the In the lobby of the Pioneer, I just came up to see the island. Sodium Chloride Collision!What a blow to the dreams of Oliver Sinclair and Miss Campbell!