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LETTER VIII. 



Good Sir^ 



I Find it much eafier, in affairs of this nature, 

 to begin than to finifh -, To be plain, the tick- 

 ling itch of Writing has entirely got the better, 

 of what I hoped had been a fixed, unmoveable 

 refolution, to take up my Pen no more ; as is 

 evident enough, by giving you the trouble to read 

 the foUov^ing Paragraphs. 



I, I very well remember. That in our Voyage 

 towards the Leeward Charibbee Iflands, we were 

 more than once purfued by Millions of PorpuiTes, 

 who fwam along by us like an Arrow fent out of 

 a well-drawn Bow, though we were then under a 

 brifk Gale of Wind : They were at leaft two 

 hours in paffing us fo, and the Sea (as far as ever 

 our Eye could difcern) was covered wondrous 

 thick with them : They fhewed their whole 

 Bodies almoft when they jumped, which was 

 every moment. Their Head was fhaped pretty 

 much like a Hog's 3 they feemed to be between 

 five or fix feet in length, and fomething of the 

 Colour of the commpa Minnows in our Englijly 

 Rivers, A day or two after^ I obferved fome of 



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