We are just where we stopped at noon yesterday--there is no change, and of course no event.
One of our crew killed a 'possum yesterday, and another boat stopped near us this morning, and seems likely to lie as long as we do on the sand-bar.
"We read Shakspere this morning after breakfast, and then betook ourselves to the wheel-house to look at the scenery again.

While there a little colored boy came to us bearing a waiter of oranges, and telling us that the captain sent them with his compliments.

We ate them greedily, because we had nothing else to do.
"21st.

Still the sand-bar.

No hope of getting off.