He had expressed his honest opinion.  It was not worthwhile trying to impress a man of that sort.  If the world had been full of such men, life would have probably appeared to Jukes an unentertaining and unprofitable business.  He was not alone in his opinion.  The sea itself, as if sharing Mr. Jukes’ good-natured forbearance, had never put itself out to startle the silent man, who seldom looked up, and wandered innocently over the waters with the only visible purpose of getting food, raiment, and house-room for three people ashore.  Dirty weather he had known, of course.  He had been made wet, uncomfortable, tired in the usual way, felt at the time and presently forgotten.  So that upon the whole he had been justified in reporting fine weather at home.  But he had never been given a glimpse of immeasurable strength and of immoderate wrath, the wrath that passes exhausted but never appeased—­the wrath and fury of the passionate sea.  He knew it existed, as we know that crime and abominations exist; he had heard of it as a peaceable citizen in a town hears of battles, famines, and floods, and yet knows nothing of what these things mean—­though, indeed, he may have been mixed up in a street row, have gone without his dinner once, or been soaked to the skin in a shower.  Captain MacWhirr had sailed over the surface of the oceans as some men go skimming over the years of existence to sink gently into a placid grave, ignorant of life to the last, without ever having been made to see all it may contain of perfidy, of violence, and of terror.  There are on sea and land such men thus fortunate—­or thus disdained by destiny or by the sea.

II

Observing the steady fall of the barometer, Captain MacWhirr thought, “There’s some dirty weather knocking about.”  This is precisely what he thought.  He had had an experience of moderately dirty weather—­the term dirty as applied to the weather implying only moderate discomfort to the seaman.  Had he been informed by an indisputable authority that the end of the world was to be finally accomplished by a catastrophic disturbance of the atmosphere, he would have assimilated the information under the simple idea of dirty weather, and no other, because he had no experience of cataclysms, and belief does not necessarily imply comprehension.  The wisdom of his county had pronounced by means of an Act of Parliament that before he could be considered as fit to take charge of a ship he should be able to answer certain simple questions on the subject of circular storms such as hurricanes, cyclones, typhoons; and apparently he had answered them, since he was now in command of the Nan-Shan in the China seas during the season of typhoons.  But if he had answered he remembered nothing of it.  He was, however, conscious of being made uncomfortable by the clammy heat.  He came out on the bridge, and found no relief to this oppression.  The air seemed thick.  He gasped like a fish, and began to believe himself greatly out of sorts.