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"To prevent these frightful rencontres, care is 

 always taken to hoist out the boats in good time, 

 if need be, to tow the ships apart, or, what is gene- 

 rally sufficient, to tow the ships' heads in opposite 

 directions. I scarcely know why this should have 

 the effect; but certainly it appears that, be the calm 

 ever so complete, or dead, as the term is, a vessel 

 generally forges ahead, or steals along imperceptibly 

 in the direction she is looking to; possibly from the 

 conformation of the hull."* 



But there are indications of our patience being 

 at length rewarded by a breeze from the eastward; 

 and now it comes, rippling the surface as it ap- 

 proaches, turning that into a deep uniform blue 

 which has so long borne a glassy brightness reflected 

 from the sky. The seamen are joyous and alert, 

 for they know that this is no "cat's-paw," but the 

 "regular trade." Now it strikes the ship; the 

 sails, gracefully swelling, receive the unwonted im- 

 pulse; and the lengthened wake, where the water 

 coils and frets in the newly-cut furrow, tells that 

 the vessel makes way once more. The breeze 

 freshens; the little waves become larger, and, arch- 

 ing over each other, break with patches of whiten- 

 ing foam; every sail is speedily set that will draw; 

 and we run gaily along towards the west, under an 

 eight knot breeze. We can scarcely stop to notice 

 the amity that subsists between the Shark and the 

 Pilot-fish (Naucrates dnctor), a beautiful little crea- 

 ture, about the size of a herring, the back striped 

 transversely with broad alternate bands of brown and 



* Frag. Voy. and Trav. 2nd Series, i. p. 226. 



