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asked how may bells? the Captain seldom gives orders except to the mates. A Sailor's life is a dog's life, but now I shudder with a different perception - a dog's life is far better than theirs. no ordinary dog suffers as much, is injured at all so grievously, or is as destitute of apt resources in times of exposure or want. "his dwelling is the mountain wave, his home is on the deep". At Sea they are exposed to all weathers, occupied with toil and painful duty. half clothed and often with no adequate covering from the Storms they brave self-immolated on the altar of duty. A Sailor seems a kind of an amphibious animal, devoted to hard service, wet or dry, aloft or on deck, by night or day, swinging on the Main-top-gallant yard at midnight, or washing down the decks in the morning -

Friday June 1st 1849 - Clear light wind from the North West. Saw a beautifull little Island about 10 or 12 miles distant from the Ship. I believe it is called St Felix. it is a verry small island uninhabited, and to the way-farrer on the Seas it affords quite a relief to the eye upon the vast waste of Waters on the Ocean, like an Oasis on the barren burning sands of a Desert. Lat 26°50' South Long 80°08' West -

Saturday June 2nd 1849 - Clear and pleasant. Wind North West. Saw another small island this morning called St Ambrose, about 15 miles to the westward of the one we saw yesterday. we saw likewise some Whales. Lat 26°50' South. Long 80°25' West

Sunday June 3rd 1849 - Clear and pleasant, verry little wind, almost a Calm. not a ripple ruffled the glassy smoothness of the water, which raised