NEW ARCHANGEL. 



THE swallows brought us no good fortune. 

 The very day after we left Kamtschatka, one of 

 our best sailors fell from the mast-head into the 

 scuttle, and immediately expired. He had 

 climbed thither in safety in the most violent 

 storms, and executed the most difficult tasks with 

 ease ; now, in fine weather, on a tranquil sea, he 

 met this fate. 



These accidents happen most frequently to 

 the best and cleverest sailors : they confide too 

 much in their own ability, and consider too little 

 the risks they run. It is impossible to warn 

 them sufficiently. 



This fatal accident produced a general me 

 lancholy among us, which the cloudy, wet, 



