The south-west portion of his island, where his freshwater pools were,
and the valley of rocks, were all awash, the mighty waves roaring clean
over the south stack, and rushing up into the black sky in rockets of
flying spray. The tide had still some time to run, and he feared what it
might be like at its fullest. It seemed to him by no means impossible
that it might sweep the whole rock bare.
CHAPTER XXV
HOW HE LIVED THROUGH THE GREAT STORM
It was a fortunate thing for Gard that the storm--the great storm from
which, for many a year afterwards, local events in Sark dated--came when
it did; two days after Bernel's visit and the replenishment of his
larder. For if he had been caught bare he must have starved.
Eight whole days it lasted, with only two slight abatements which, while
they raised his hopes only to dash them, still served him mightily.
During the first days he spent much of his time crouched in the lee of
his bee-hive, watching the terrific play of the waves on his own rock
and on the Sark headlands.
He wondered if any other man had seen such a storm under such
conditions.
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