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44 [[vertical annotation in left margin written in red]] 1st Florida Cruise [[/vertical annotation]] most of the day. Skilful steering necessary every moment. Following and quartering seas, lifted us and twisted our little boat and Johnson looked serious and worried. [[underlined in red]] Pamlico ^[[Sound]] [[/underlined in red]] has a bad reputation -- nobody has a good word for Pamlico Sound and from my experience this reputation is certainly deserved. Muddy water - rather shallow and its waves, resemble more breakers than sea waves. From 8:30 AM to about 2 P.M we kept at it. - steering by compas and yet humoring the waves. An angry sea - is the right word for it. This is undoubdely the wildest day in my experience of yachting. Finally at 2 PM we [[end page]] [[start page]] 45 made [[underlined in red]] Wyesocking Bay [[/underlined in red]] (North Carolina) as a shelter. Even there we had to run beam seas. Oilskins and So'westers and rubber boots were in order. Except for this last stretch the [[underlined in red]] Cygnet [[/underlined in red]] was not even wet on deck. Finally entered this shallow Bay, sounding by means of boat hook pole. - shallow 3 and 4 feet A young man of a nearby schooner gave us directions to enter a [[strikethrough]] chanel [[/strikethrough]] channel [[underlined in red]] between two parallel rows of stakes which led us into a straight canal [[/underlined in red]] through a forest, half swamp - half forest thru which we went at slowest speed until we struck a [[underlined in red]] hamlet where Negroes seemed to predominate. [[/underlined in red]] So we returned and near entrance of canal we tied our boat to the grassy banks. Pines,
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Pamlico Sound, North Carolina is between Cape Hatteras and the mainland.