Under the shelter of the low-lying hills, the harbour was in a dead calm.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
Our fear was that the stranger would run on shore, or get into some harbour before we could come up with her.
"Paddy Finn"
W. H. G. Kingston
Still we might get the wind, and run into an English harbour.
"Paddy Finn"
W. H. G. Kingston