Bed, very queer, and I soon joined her, slept soundly until six in the morning-

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Tuesday rose at six, and went on Deck, in the fond hope of seeing the other side of the, South Forelands before breakfast, but no, Boreas would not breathe until the Crew, had breakfasted, and then what a pulling and overhauling of Ropes, Sails, and Chains, now her snowy wings were being gradually spread to catch the freshening breeze the wind from the south west, which rendered it necessary to beat out to Sea, we had an excellent view of the South Foreland, with its two fixed Lights, with and the fine old Castle on Dover Heights . Now the wind begins to lull and at last leaves