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The next morning he shared my provisions calmly and resolutely , with an air , almost , of conscious duty . Well , let that go ; before another day I was face to face with his other flaming characteristic . `` Out of Ilo-Ilo we had contrary winds at first ; all night the lorcha -- an old grandmother of a craft , full of dry-rot spots as big as woodpeckers ' nests -- flapped heavily about on impotent tacks , and when the sun rose we found ourselves on the same spot from which we had watched its setting . Toward ten o'clock , however , the monsoon veered , and , wing-and-wing , the old boat , creaking in every joint as if she had the dengue , grunted her way over flashing combers with a speed that seemed almost indecent . Then , just as we were getting near enough to catch the heated glitter of the Bacolod church-dome , to see the golden thread of beach at the foot of the waving cocoanuts , the wind fell , slap-bang , as suddenly as if God had said hush -- and we stuck there , motionless , upon a petrified sea . `` I did n't stamp about and foam at the mouth ; I 'd been in these climes too long . As for Miller , he was from Mississippi .