both rose . the summer night was as dark as if it had been october , the weather - cock creaked , and the storm was raging in every direction . as they went out the sea lay around them as white as now , and the spray was dashing right over the fisher - hut . in all his life matte had never remembered such a night . to launch the boat and put to sea to rescue the net was a thing not to be thought of . the fisherman and his wife stood aghast on the doorstep , holding on fast by the doorpost , while the foam splashed over their faces . ' did i not tell thee that there is no luck in sunday fishing ? ' said matte sulkily ; and his wife was so frightened that she never even once thought of ahti 's cows . as there was nothing to be done , they went in . their eyes were heavy for lack of slumber , and they slept as soundly as if there had not been such a thing as an angry sea roaring furiously around their lonely dwelling . when they awoke , the sun was high in the heavens , the tempest had cased , and only the swell of the sea rose in silvery heavings against the red rock .
why didn't matte want to get the herring-net ?
the storm was strong .
the storm was too strong .