The _Spray_, with her tin clock, had exactly the same reckoning.

I was feeling at ease in my primitive method of navigation, but it startled me not a little to find my position by account verified by the ship's chronometer.

On December 5 a barkantine hove in sight, and for several days the two vessels sailed along the coast together.

Right here a current was experienced setting north, making it necessary to hug the shore, with which the _Spray_ became rather familiar.

Here I confess a weakness: I hugged the shore entirely too close.