As the events of the ensuing eight days were of little importance, and had no direct bearing upon the main incidents of my narrative, I will here throw them into the form of a journal, as I do not wish to omit them altogether.
July 3.

Augustus furnished me with three blankets, with which I contrived a comfortable bed in my hiding-place.

No one came below, except my companion, during the day.

Tiger took his station in the berth just by the aperture, and slept heavily, as if not yet entirely recovered from the effects of his sickness.

Toward night a flaw of wind struck the brig before sail could be taken in, and very nearly capsized her.