THE WORLD SET FREE
out of the sky, like things that suddenly know themselves to be wicked. . . .
Through a dozen thunderously flaming gaps that no water might quench, the waves came roaring in upon the land. . . .
§ 8.
"We had cursed our luck," says Barnet, "that we could not get to our quarters at Alkmaar that night. There, we were told, were provisions, tobacco, and everything for which we craved. But the main canal from Zaandam and Amsterdam was hopelessly jammed with craft, and we were glad of a chance opening that enabled us to get out of the main column and lie up in a kind of little harbour very much neglected and weedgrown before a deserted house. We broke into this and found some herrings in a barrel, a heap of cheeses, and stone bottles of gin in the cellar; and with this I cheered my starving men. We made fires and toasted the cheese and grilled our herrings. None of us had slept for nearly forty hours, and I determined to stay in this refuge until dawn and then if the traffic was still choked leave the barge and march the rest of the way into Alkmaar.
"This place we had got into was perhaps a hundred yards from the canal and underneath a little brick bridge we could see the flotilla still, and
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