If the wind roared before, it now shrilly whistled through our rigging." After some days of calm with winds sometimes favorable but light, and, when fresh, ahead, the journal continues:-- "_Monday, 25th September._ Another gale of wind last night, ahead, dreadful sea; took in sail and lay to all night....

Beginning to think of our provisions; bread mouldy and little left; sugar, little left; fresh provisions, little left; beans, none left; salt pork, little left; salt beef, a plenty; water, plenty; stores of passengers, some gone and the rest drawing to a conclusion; patience drawing to a conclusion; in short all is falling short and drawing to a conclusion except _our voyage and my journal_....
"_Tuesday, 26th September._...

Find our captain to be a complete old woman; takes in sail at night and never knows when to set it again; the longer we know him, the more surly he grows; he is not even civil....
Several large turtles passed within a few feet of us yesterday and to-day, and, considering we are near the end of our provisions, one would have thought our captain would be anxious to take them; but no, it was too much trouble to lower the boat from the stern.
* * * * * "_Friday, 29th September._ Last night another dreadful gale, as severe as any since we have been out.
* * * * * "_Monday, 2d October._ Last night another gale of wind from northwest and is this morning still blowing hard and cold from the same quarter.

What a dreadful passage is ours; we seem destined to have no fair wind, and to have a gale of wind every other day.
"_Saturday, 7th October._ Wind still ahead and blowing hard; very cold and dismal.

Oh! when shall we see home!...