Then she rides over
it instead of being buried under it."
"It would be dreadful if they didn't!" said Maggie.
"I remember being in a ship that didn't meet one of these waves in the
right way," said Cousin Peregrine.
"Tell us all about it," said Fred, settling himself with two or three
severe fidgets into the seat of his chair.
"I _was_ going to have protested against the children asking you for
another story so soon, Peregrine," said Mamma, "but now I feel selfish,
for your wave-story will be quite as much for me as for the little
ones."
"Where was it, Cousin Peregrine?"
"Where was the wave, do you mean? It was in the great South Seas. As to
where I was, I was in a sailing-vessel bound for South Australia. To
begin at the beginning, I must explain to you that this vessel was one
of those whose captains accepted the instruments offered by the Board of
Trade to any ship that would keep a meteorological log. I was fond of
such matters, and I took the trouble off the captain's hands, by keeping
his meteorological log for him."
"What is a meteorological log, Cousin?"
"A kind of diary, in which you put down the temperature of the sea and
air, how cold or hot they are--the way the wind blows, how the barometer
is, and anything special and interesting about the weather overhead or
the currents in the sea.
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