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upon deck I found wc were heading in for land. I inquired the 

 reason of this movement, and whether we were to land at some 

 port. The captain replied no. But as the wind continued to 

 blow fresh, he ran the boat under shelter, and dropped anchor. 

 The sky was clear, the day fine, but I thought that he might know 

 certain signs which indicate a storm on this sea, Wc had anchor- 

 ed at the small village where Napoleon made his landing after 

 escaping from Elba. 



We lay there from eight o'clock A.M. till eight o'clock P.M. 

 The wind was moderate, the weather clear ; all the passengers, as 

 well as myself, wondered why the captain did not raise anchor, 

 when we had seen several large vessels pass us with sails full set. 

 Still, I did not feel vexed, as my previous rapidity in traveling 

 left me but little time to read my books upon wine, silk, etc., 

 which I must finish, so as to be posted when I reach those coun- 

 tries where they are produced. I was quite at ease, as I thought 

 that the captain had to board us until we land. In the evening 

 the wind died away, and we started. 



There were more than eighty steerage passengers, men, women, 

 and children, all huddled together like so many swine. As these 

 people had with them provisions only for twenty-four hours (in 

 which time the steamer should make the trip), the poor children 

 suffered a great deal. 



September 12. — We arrived at half past twelve o'clock, but be- 

 fore we left the steamer the steward brought me a bill of twenty 

 francs, and so to the other passengers, stating that the company 

 gives us but two meals, a breakfast and dinner, and we had had 

 one meal more. We objected, stating that we had asked when 

 we paid sixty-two and a half francs apiece for our tickets, wheth- 

 er the board was included, and the oflEicers replied that it was. 

 Consequently, the company was obliged to board us ; besides, 

 there was no earthly reason for lying by, as the wind was not 

 more than required for a sail-boat. Our arguments were vain, 

 and, to avoid farther parley, we paid what was charged. 



We did not disembark at a wharf, but were obliged to go ashore 

 in a yawl. After waiting a long time in the custom-house for our 

 baggage, it at last arrived. The ofl&cers politely passed it without 

 opening the trunks. 



Marseilles is a large, busy sea-port town. There are innumer- 

 able large, fine iron steamers in the inclosed harbor. 



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