he had to hold on to the fences to keep
himself from blowing away; and he had to watch for a chance, when the
wind wasn't so strong for a minute, to cross the streets. Once he heard
a great crash, and he knew that that was the sound of a chimney that the
wind had blown over. But he couldn't stop to attend to that.

[Illustration: "SOMETIMES HE HAD TO HOLD ON TO THE FENCES"]

When he got to the wharf, he was surprised to see how high the hull of
the _Industry_ was. It wasn't daylight yet, but he could just make out
the bulk of it against the sky. And he was surprised because he knew
that it would not be time for the tide to be high for three hours yet,
and the _Industry_ was floating as high as she would at a very high
tide. So Captain Jacob made his way very carefully out on the wharf,
holding on to ropes and to other things when there were other things
to hold on to, and crouching down low, for he didn't want to be blown
off into the water.

At last he got to the edge, and he held his lantern over and looked down
at the water. And the top of the water was only about three feet down,
for the wind was blowing straight up the river from the ocean, and it
was so strong that it had blown the water from the ocean into the river.
And it was still blowing it in, and was getting stronger every minute.

Captain Jacob looked at the water a minute. "Hello!" he said. But nobody
could have heard him, there was such a noise of the wind and of the
waves washing against the wharf. He didn't say it to anybody in
particular, so he wasn't disappointed that nobody heard him. And he
listened again, and he thought he heard a noise as though somebody was
on the _Industry_. So he climbed up the side, with his lantern, and
there he saw the mate, for it was just beginning to be a little bit
light in the east. The mate was trying to do something with an anchor;
but the anchors were great, enormous, heavy things, and one man couldn't
do anything with them at all.

Captain Jacob went close beside the mate. "What you trying to do?" he
yelled, as loud as he could.

"What, sir?" asked the mate, yelling as loud as he could.

"What--you--trying--to--do?" asked Captain Jacob again. The wind was
playing a tune on every rope on the ship and singing a song besides, so
that the noise, up there on the deck, was fearful.

"Trying to get an anchor out in the river," yelled the mate, putting his
hands to his mouth like a trumpet. "Wharf's going to be flo