But what yawing about she made of it when she came with a stranger at the helm! Her old friend the pilot of the _Pinta_ would not have been guilty of such lubberly work.

But to my great delight they got her into a berth, and the neuralgia left me then, or was forgotten.

The captain of the steamer, like a true seaman, kept his word, and his agent, Mr.
Collishaw handed me on the very next day the price of the lost anchor and chain, with something over for anxiety of mind.

I remember that he offered me twelve pounds at once; but my lucky number being thirteen, we made the amount thirteen pounds, which squared all accounts.
I sailed again, May 9, before a strong southwest wind, which sent the _Spray_ gallantly on as far as Port Stevens, where it fell calm and then came up ahead; but the weather was fine, and so remained for many days, which was a great change from the state of the weather experienced here some months before.
Having a full set of admiralty sheet-charts of the coast and Barrier Reef, I felt easy in mind.

Captain Fisher, R.N., who had steamed through the Barrier passages in H.M.