"Hurrah! hurrah!" was shouted fore and aft.  Slowly round came her head--the helm was righted.  The fore-staysail was quickly hauled down again, or the next squall would have taken it out of the bolt-ropes, and away we flew under bare poles--now plunging headlong into the deep valleys before us, our stern lifted high up above the seas--now climbing the opposite side of the watery hill, the wave following us as it came up, vast and indistinct in the gloom of night, looking as if it must overwhelm us.