He excuses himself for delay in correspondence, because "so ill as to be scarce kept out of bed." In such a state, and for one whose frame had been racked and weakened by three years spent in the damp heat of the tropics, a winter's trip to the Baltic was hardly the best prescription; but thither the "Albemarle" was sent,--"it would almost be supposed," he wrote, "to try my constitution." He was away on this cruise from October to December, 1781, reaching Yarmouth on the 17th of the latter month, with a large convoy of a hundred and ten sail of merchant-ships, all that then remained of two hundred and sixty that had started from Elsinore on the 8th.

"They behaved, as all convoys that ever I saw did, shamefully ill; parting company every day." After being several days wind-bound in Yarmouth Roads, he arrived in the Downs on the first day of 1782.

The bitter cold of the North had pierced him almost as keenly as it did twenty years later in the Copenhagen expedition.

"I believe the Doctor has saved my life since I saw you," he wrote to his brother.

The ship was then ordered to Portsmouth to take in eight months' provisions,--a sure indication that she was intended for a distant voyage.