CHAPTER V.
OCTOBER 7th .-- This is the tenth day since we left Charleston, and I should think our progress has been very rapid.

Robert Curtis, the mate, with whom I continue to have many a friendly chat, informed me that we could not be far off Cape Hatteras in the Bermudas; the ship's bearings, he said were lat.32deg.20min.

N.and long.64deg.50min.

W., so that he had every reason to believe that we should sight St.George's Island before night.
"The Bermudas!" I exclaimed.

"But how is it we are off the Bermudas?
I should have thought that a vessel sailing from Charleston to Liverpool, would have kept northwards, and have followed the track of the Gulf Stream." "Yes, indeed; sir," replied Curtis, "that is the usual course; but you see that this time the captain hasn't chosen to take it." "But why not ?" I persisted.
"That's not for me to say, sir; he ordered us eastwards, and eastwards we go." "Haven't you called his attention to it ?" I inquired.
Curtis acknowledged that he had already pointed out what an unusual route they were taking, but that the captain had said that he was quite aware what he was about.