A whirlwind passed near us.

We had just time to take in the port studding sails, which had been set in chase of the unwelcome disturber of my rest last night.

The chase proved to be a Spanish hermaphrodite brig.

* * * * Land in sight on the port beam, and at noon the cape just ahead.
_Tuesday, December 2nd._ * * * * Running down the land.
Off the Grange at noon.

Last night, at ten o'clock, a sail was reported on the port quarter, nearly astern, running down before the wind like ourselves.