But alas! how art thou fallen an everlasting example of overreaching oppression.
"This evening there is a fine fair wind from northeast carrying us on at the rate of five or six knots.

This is the cause of the foregoing rhapsody.

Had it been otherwise than a fair wind I should never have been in spirits to have written so much stuff." Still tantalized by baffling head winds and alternating calms and gales, they were, however, gradually approaching the coast.

Omitting the entries of the next eleven days, I shall quote the final pages of the journal.
"_Wednesday, 18th October._ Last night was a sleepless night to us all.
Everything wore the appearance of a hard storm; all was dull in the cabin; scarce a word was spoken; every one wore a serious aspect and, as any one came from the deck into the cabin, the rest put up an inquisitive and apprehensive look, with now and then a faint, 'Well, how does it look now ?' Our captain, as well as the passenger captain, were both alarmed, and were poring over the chart in deep deliberation.

A syllable was now and then caught from them, but all seemed despairing.
"At ten o'clock we lay to till twelve; at four again till five.