“Get below， Ma’am，” bawled Drinian. And Lucy， knowing hat landsmen.and landswomen.are a nuisance to the rew， began to obey. It was not easy. The Dawn Treader as listing terribly to starboard and the deck sloped like the oof of a house. She had to clamber round to the top of theladder， holding on to the rail， and then stand by while two men climbed up it， and then get down it as best she could. It was as well she was already holding on tight for at the foot of the ladder another wave roared across the deck， up to her shoulders. She was already almost wet through with spray and rain but this was colder. Then she made a dash for the cabin door and got in and shut out for a moment the appalling sight of the speed with which they were rushing into the dark， but not of course the horrible confusion of creakings， groanings， snappings， clatterings， roarings and boomings which only sounded more alarming below than they had done on the poop.
