He saw what seemed to him to be a dark mass of
clouds banked up against the morning sky along which ran flashes of
white. He quickly realized that he was nearing the cliffs and the
flashes were the mighty waves that broke in fury against them. Knowing
that to approach them would be certain death, he unlashed his paddle
and made a frantic endeavor to back off through the enormous waves that
were driving him slowly but surely to destruction. Notwithstanding his
almost superhuman efforts he was carried in by an irresistible force
closer and closer to the death dealing cliffs. At the same time he
noticed by the changing head lands that the currents were driving him to
the southward and hoping for an opening in the threatening wall of rock,
he redoubled his efforts to gain more sea room. At times the enormous
waves seemed to lift him almost to the surface of the cliffs, then
again he sank far below while they seemed to raise like a cloud against
the sky. Closer and closer he was driven in until their frightful roar
almost deafened him. A streak of early daylight now showed through the
black cloud of rock that was gradually approaching. He thought that
this might be some cut in the cliffs and reversing his paddle propelled
himself cautiously toward it.
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