gaining the more open water, the bracing breeze waxed fresh; the little moss tossed the quick foam from her bows, as a young colt his snortings. how i snuffed that tartar air!—how i spurned that turnpike earth!—that common highway all over dented with the marks of slavish heels and hoofs; and turned me to admire the magnanimity of the sea which will permit no records.