s arms to hurl
the spume in mad playfulness to invisible heights. The ship had a
toilsome journey; crashing, rolling, and groaning it worked its way
through the commotion, and now and again one could hear the polar bear
and the tiger, who had suffered from the high sea, roaring in the hold.
A man in an oilskin cape, the hood drawn over his head, and a lantern
buckled about his body, was walking spread-legged up and down the deck,
balancing with difficulty. But there at the stern, bending low over the
rail, stood the young man from Hamburg, taking it very hard indeed.
"Good heavens," he said in a hollow and faltering voice, as he became
aware of Tonio Kroeger, "just see de tumult of de elements, sir." But
then he was interrupted and turned hastily away.

Tonio Kroeger held on to some taut cable and looked out into all this
uncontrollable exuberance. An exultation winged its way upward within
him, and it seemed to him powerful enough to drown out both tempest and
flood. A song to the sea, inspired by love, rang out within him. Wild
comrade of my youth's delight, once more our spirits now unite ... But
then the poem was at an end. It was not completed, was not rounded off,
not welded calmly into a unified whole. His heart was alive ...

Long he stood thus; then he stretched out on a bench near the
deck-cabin and looked up at the sky in which the stars were flickering.
He even slumbered a little. And when the cold spray flew into his face,
it seemed in his half wakeful state like a caress.

Vertical chalk cliffs, ghostlike in the moonlight, came in sight and
drew near; that was the Island of Moen. And again slumber intervened,
interrupted by showers of salt spray which sharply stung the face and
benumbed the features ... When he fully awoke, it was already day, a
light-gray, bracing day, and the green sea was quieter. At breakfast he
saw the young merchant again, and the latter blushed violently,
probably for shame at having uttered in the dark such poetic and
disgraceful things, rubbed up his small reddish moustache with all five
fingers, and returned Tonio Kroeger's salutation with a curt military
greeting, to avoid him anxiously thenceforward.

And Tonio Kroeger landed in Denmark. He arrived formally in Copenhagen,
gave a tip to every one who pretended he could lay claim to it, spent
three days in tramping the town with his hotel as a starting-point and
carrying his Baedeker open before him, and behaved just like the