THROUGH THE BALTIC. 



went rolling and pitching away with a quarter wind, and 

 all sail set, the right paddle now buried in the sea, and 

 apparently dying of suffocation, the steam giving ft 

 wheezing groan as if in sympathy, then, after a roll to 

 port, lightly capping the top of the foaming billows, while 

 the opposite paddle was struggling for existence; the 

 persevering and strong engine all the while doing its duty 

 with an air of dignified respectability, but greatly wanting 

 in zeal ; on, passing the time with the usual routine of 

 meals and conversation, enlivened by the screams of two 

 pigs who paraded the main-deck, and received daily a 

 powerful scrubbing from the sailors, while a sheep, tawny 

 with coal dust, contemplated the scene in peace ; on w 

 went, with a fresh breeze and broken sea, passing several 

 cold and dreary lighthouses and lightships, until, one 

 morning, we were told that a few scratches on the 

 horizon were Cronstadt. 



Then came Sir Charles Napier's farthest point of 

 observation, Tamboukin lighthouse, until, finally, we 

 bravely advanced towards the dreaded forts, which did not 

 presume to stop our progress, until we blew off our steam, 

 and anchored close to the pier in the busy harbour. So 

 ended our voyage. 



Before getting into the little steamer which conveys us 

 to St. Petersburgh, twenty miles up " the firth," let me 

 tell you a short adventure of one of the passengers, the 

 Bussian Lieutenant K y, who left us at Cronstadt. The 

 story has been told before, but I will tell it in as nearly 

 as possible the words of the Lieutenant, and as I 



