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CHAPTER IV. 



FROM TENERIFFE TO BRAZIL. ST. CATHERINE'S. 



oo many travellers have visited TenerifFe, that, to 

 give a description of it, would only be a repetition 

 of what others have said j and besides our stay 

 was too short to make any interesting observ- 

 ations. 



On the 1st of November we left the town 

 of St. Cruz, with a fresh N. E. wind, and flattered 

 ourselves with the hopes, that we should soon lose 

 sight of the Canaries ; but we were scarcely ten 

 miles from the shore, when there fell a dead calm, 

 and we beheld the Pico unclouded in all its ma- 

 jesty. After several hours, a faint S. W. wind 

 suffered us to tack between the islands of Teneriffe 

 and Canaria, which we continued to do during the 

 night. On the following morning, we found our- 

 selves at the point, where there is supposed to be 

 a rock, between the two islands ; but as we sailed 

 between them several times, I am inclined to be- 

 lieve that it does not exist. 



On the 3d, we had already fallen in with the 

 monsoon ; and at noon the Pico was scarcely visi- 

 ble. In the neighbourhood of the Cape Verd 

 islands, our crew were seized with a violent colic. 



