About the book: year / The sea was smooth as a mirror. During the last two hours the fog had risen, and as the gray plumes thickened first into billowing cloud formations and then into heavy banks that lay limply like smoke on the surface of the water, the sea flattened. The waves subsided, and the rhythmic, muffled clap that had accompanied the journey of the LADY OF THE MIST in a monotonous chorus for the last thirty-four days became quieter and finally ceased.