Then he had his first experience of the joy of beating a small boat against the wind.
"Priscilla's Spies" by George A. Birmingham
You're not going to have it said that you let a little cat's paw of wind like this beat you; are you?
"The Moving Picture Boys on the Coast" by Victor Appleton
She stood a minute on the platform, with the wind and rain beating down upon her, till it had her even more confused.
"Candle and Crib" by K. F. Purdon
The hail beat on the trees and bushes like myriads of bullets, and the wind came with a high, shrill scream.
"The Eyes of the Woods" by Joseph A. Altsheler
A murmur fills the air as of sea-waves beating on the shore: it is the wet south-west wind soughing overhead and lashing the writhing branches.
"Lippincott's Magazine, Vol. 26, August, 1880" by Various
The chubby gentleman peered up and down the deck, then, assailed by a gust of wind, beat a hasty retreat.
"Mr. Opp" by Alice Hegan Rice
We can beat the Young America on a wind from Monday morning till Saturday night.
"Dikes and Ditches" by Oliver Optic
Night came and with a wild wind and a beating rain.
"Little Lost Sister" by Virginia Brooks
During a storm of wind and snow several ships were beating to windward, under easy sail, along the edge of a pack.
"Thrilling Narratives of Mutiny, Murder and Piracy" by Anonymous
On that smooth, steep, exposed slope a wind too high for safety beat upon them, accompanied by driving snow.
"The Ascent of Denali (Mount McKinley)" by Hudson Stuck
If we do get a wind we can certainly beat them by cutting loose the boat.
"Condemned as a Nihilist" by George Alfred Henty
When he recovered, a chilling rain was beating upon him, and a sharp wind blew on his head.
"Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen" by Hans Christian Andersen
A few minutes later we felt the sea-spray dashing against our faces, while the winds beat furiously upon us.
"The Birthright" by Joseph Hocking
The wind beat in the rain a little, where they were, and set the flame of their candle dancing.
"An Eagle Flight" by José Rizal
The rolling and tossing of the ship, the beating of the rain, and the roar of the wind, gave them a sense of comfort.
"The Art of Disappearing" by John Talbot Smith
My heart beat a little faster as I saw him take out his watch and wind it up.
"The Prairie Child" by Arthur Stringer
A wind came howling about them to beat upon the cloud.
"Astounding Stories of Super-Science February 1930" by Various
The King is, in my opinion, much better at an anchor here than beating about the sea in a gale of wind.
"The Surrender of Napoleon" by Sir Frederick Lewis Maitland
Slowly the old galleon swung up into the wind, the waves beating upon her bows with a noise like crashes of thunder.
"Sir Henry Morgan, Buccaneer" by Cyrus Townsend Brady
A good gust of wind would blow the man away; a woman might easily beat him in a rough and tumble.
"Vulcan's Workshop" by Harl Vincent
No storm needs drive thee to a strait,
Who dost his aid invoke:
Fierce winds may blow, proud wave may beat,
Thy Husband is a rock.
"The Believer's Jointure : Chapter I." by Ralph Erskine
Then all around me the world was new:
The winds spoke softly;
From pale clouds drifting before the moon
Called spirits lofty;
In all creation a loving heart beat,
My own reflection in all did I meet.
"Initiation" by A W Schack von Staffeldt
I sat by the fireside alone an' wearily:
I heard the rain beat an' the wind moanin' by
A hand came to the shakin' door, and one came in to me,
An' my boy stood by me once again, my boy I lost at sea.
"From The Sea" by Cicely Fox Smith
We'll miss you, running easting down
With a following wind from 'Frisco town;
We'll miss you beating off Cape Horn,
One man less at the pumps forlorn
(And away O! Sacramento!)
"Sacramento" by Cicely Fox Smith
Foul spirits riding the wind do flout at him friendless,
The rain and the storm on his head beat ever at will;
His weird is on him to grope in the dark with endless
Weariful feet for a goal that shifteth still.
"The Sleep of Sigismund" by Jean Ingelow
"Crouching I lay and quaked, and heard the wind
Wail round the house like a mad thing confined,
And had no rest; turn wheresoe'er I would
This urgent lover stormed my solitude
And beat against the haven of my mind.
"Oreithyia" by Maurice Hewlett