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Sunday, July 27th. — Still enveloped in this per- 

 sistent and villainous fog. I begin to think we 

 are destined never more to see either land or sun. 

 The wind has subsided and the sea has gone down, 

 but the thick weather seems to exert a most depress- 

 ing influence on all on board, though for different 

 reasons : on my shipmates, because of their utter 

 inability to fish ; and on myself, because I am unable 

 either to get observations or to see the land. We 

 imagine ourselves to-day to be off Cape Craufurd, 

 a point the position of which I am especially anxious 

 to determine. Our pile of coal on the quarter-deck 

 is diminishing in a most alarming* manner, which 

 gives me a great deal of uneasiness, though the 

 captain is constantly raising my spirits by telling 

 me that I am destined to see much more than any 

 one that ever came out in a discovery ship. 



Cape Warrender. 



