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resting-place, where perpetual sunshine and unclouded 

 happiness will reign for ever. 



Next morning when day awoke me, I was delighted 

 to find that we were once more on a level keel, and 

 when I gained the deck, so bright and joyous appeared 

 the weather, that you could imagine that nature was 

 laughing and enjoying our previous discomfort. 

 Sambo, the cook, soon supplied me with a cup of 

 coffee, which, with my morning pipe, I thoroughly 

 enjoyed, while I watched the detached banks of fog 

 roll lazily over the water, occasionally shutting out or 

 opening vistas of the distance. The whole water was 

 alive with fish, the surface in many places being 

 broken, and resembling the rapids of a river, with 

 their gambols, but soon a giant porpoise would roll in 

 among them, when all the terrified fry would disappear 

 for a few minutes, to represent themselves when the 

 intruder had departed. Gulls, in immense numbers, 

 floated upon the water, as if resting from the fatigue 

 caused by the war of the elements, and adding beauty 

 to the picture by their pure white, spotless plumage. 

 I remember hearing an old salt in answer to the 

 question of why sea fowl, in bad weather, so much 

 more fearlessly approach vessels than when it is 

 calm, give the following solution : " Well, you see, 

 those good folks who die don't go to Davie Jones, but 



