As they walked back to the forecastle, Paul overheard Young remark, that "She might a put it in French or a Italian paper, but he was d--d if they ever put in a American paper!" When they reached Gibraltar a heavy west wind was blowing in through the strait.

Under lowered top-sails they were compelled to beat up and down under the shelter of the rocks.

A large fleet of weather bound vessels kept the George company.

It is too deep to anchor here, so the vessels are compelled to keep moving up and down until they get a fair wind to go through the straits into the Adriatic.

While cruising about, the vessels passed so closely that the crews could hold conversation with each other, and many a friend was recognized and hailed.