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And so much depends upon the craft which, made by man, is one with man, that the sea shall wear for him another aspect.I remember once seeing the commander - officially the master, by courtesy the captain - of a fine iron ship of the old wool fleet shaking his head at a very pretty brigantine.She was bound the other way.

She was a taut, trim, neat little craft, extremely well kept; and on that serene evening when we passed her close she looked the embodiment of coquettish comfort on the sea.It was somewhere near the Cape - THE Cape being, of course, the Cape of Good Hope, the Cape of Storms of its Portuguese discoverer.And whether it is that the word "storm" should not be pronounced upon the sea where the storms dwell thickly, or because men are shy of confessing their good hopes, it has become the nameless cape - the Cape TOUTCOURT.The other great cape of the world, strangely enough, is seldom if ever called a cape.We say, "a voyage round the Horn";"we rounded the Horn"; "we got a frightful battering off the Horn";but rarely "Cape Horn," and, indeed, with some reason, for Cape Horn is as much an island as a cape.The third stormy cape of the world, which is the Leeuwin, receives generally its full name, as if to console its second-rate dignity.These are the capes that look upon the gales.

The little brigantine, then, had doubled the Cape.Perhaps she was coming from Port Elizabeth, from East London - who knows? It was many years ago, but I remember well the captain of the wool-clipper nodding at her with the words, "Fancy having to go about the sea in a thing like that!"He was a man brought up in big deep-water ships, and the size of the craft under his feet was a part of his conception of the sea.

His own ship was certainly big as ships went then.He may have thought of the size of his cabin, or - unconsciously, perhaps -have conjured up a vision of a vessel so small tossing amongst the great seas.I didn't inquire, and to a young second mate the captain of the little pretty brigantine, sitting astride a camp stool with his chin resting on his hands that were crossed upon the rail, might have appeared a minor king amongst men.We passed her within earshot, without a hail, reading each other's names with the naked eye.