The natures of those two winds that share the dominions of the great oceans are fundamentally different.  It is strange that the winds which men are prone to style capricious remain true to their character in all the various regions of the earth.  To us here, for instance, the East Wind comes across a great continent, sweeping over the greatest body of solid land upon this earth.  For the Australian east coast the East Wind is the wind of the ocean, coming across the greatest body of water upon the globe; and yet here and there its characteristics remain the same with a strange consistency in everything that is vile and base.  The members of the West Wind’s dynasty are modified in a way by the regions they rule, as a Hohenzollern, without ceasing to be himself, becomes a Roumanian by virtue of his throne, or a Saxe-Coburg learns to put the dress of Bulgarian phrases upon his particular thoughts, whatever they are.

The autocratic sway of the West Wind, whether forty north or forty south of the Equator, is characterized by an open, generous, frank, barbarous recklessness.  For he is a great autocrat, and to be a great autocrat you must be a great barbarian.  I have been too much moulded to his sway to nurse now any idea of rebellion in my heart.  Moreover, what is a rebellion within the four walls of a room against the tempestuous rule of the West Wind?  I remain faithful to the memory of the mighty King with a double-edged sword in one hand, and in the other holding out rewards of great daily runs and famously quick passages to those of his courtiers who knew how to wait watchfully for every sign of his secret mood.  As we deep-water men always reckoned, he made one year in three fairly lively for anybody having business upon the Atlantic or down there along the “forties” of the Southern Ocean.  You had to take the bitter with the sweet; and it cannot be denied he played carelessly with our lives and fortunes.  But, then, he was always a great king, fit to rule over the great waters where, strictly speaking, a man would have no business whatever but for his audacity.

The audacious should not complain.  A mere trader ought not to grumble at the tolls levied by a mighty king.  His mightiness was sometimes very overwhelming; but even when you had to defy him openly, as on the banks of the Agulhas homeward bound from the East Indies, or on the outward passage round the Horn, he struck at you fairly his stinging blows (full in the face, too), and it was your business not to get too much staggered.  And, after all, if you showed anything of a countenance, the good-natured barbarian would let you fight your way past the very steps of his throne.  It was only now and then that the sword descended and a head fell; but if you fell you were sure of impressive obsequies and of a roomy, generous grave.