Last night a shark about five feet long was caught, and this morning it was cut up and cooked.

In the afternoon they got another, and I had a little fried, and found it firm and dry, but very palatable.

In the evening the sun set in a heavy bank of clouds, which, as darkness came on, assumed a fearfully black appearance.

According to custom, when strong wind or rain is expected, our large sails-were furled, and with their yards let down on deck, and a small square foresail alone kept up.

The great mat sails are most awkward things to manage in rough weather.