Naples was beyond the picture; the picture held only the blue January morning, with its glittering waters and brown sails and purple points and islands, and little waves that spurtled on warm sand, and behind the bells of Baja calling.
"The Furnace"
Rose Macaulay
The wind freshened, the sails filled, and the speed of the schooner increased.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
A fisherman's boat is capital as much as a Cunard Company's steamer, although the boat is owned by the person who sails it and the steamer by persons who may never have seen it.
"Contemporary Socialism"
John Rae