One of the old circumnavigators (Sir Francis Drake, I think), when he first saw this magnificent pile, sang, "'T is the fairest thing and the grandest cape I've seen in the whole circumference of the earth." The view was certainly fine, but one has no wish to linger long to look in a calm at anything, and I was glad to note, finally, the short heaving sea, precursor of the wind which followed on the second day.
Seals playing about the _Spray_ all day, before the breeze came, looked with large eyes when, at evening, she sat no longer like a lazy bird with folded wings.

They parted company now, and the _Spray_ soon sailed the highest peaks of the mountains out of sight, and the world changed from a mere panoramic view to the light of a homeward-bound voyage.

Porpoises and dolphins, and such other fishes as did not mind making a hundred and fifty miles a day, were her companions now for several days.

The wind was from the southeast; this suited the _Spray_ well, and she ran along steadily at her best speed, while I dipped into the new books given me at the cape, reading day and night.

March 30 was for me a fast-day in honor of them.