No more stately and beautiful sea picture could be imagined than the _Sea Witch_, when Captain Bracewell had put her under this staggering press of sail. The wind was humming through the stays of the _Roanoke's_ apologies for masts, and it smote the _Sea Witch_ with a driving power, which heeled her until the copper of her hull gleamed like a belt of gold against the white-capped Atlantic.