In Search of an Unknown Race — page 228: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

S14 VAN. ‘‘Barometer’s going down as though a gale was in prospect,” remarked Mr. Mattox, who had just emerged from the cabin. Yet to an inexperienced eye there was nothing to de- note acoming blow. ‘The air was still and warm, the sea ran in long, oily folds, and an occasional star twinkled in the dusky vault overhead. But far away in the distance a watchful ear could detect the faint mysterious moaning, known to sailors as ‘‘the weep of the sea,” which is in effect the dim echoing of warring elements miles and miles away= the forerunner of the dreaded cyclone. CONNIE YOO KS.