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calm and on Sunday morning (8th.) we found ourselves in the 

 same place — calm all day — and night came upon us still in the 

 same pleasant position oflf Turquino. Just after I had gone to 

 bed, I was startled by feeling a very curious motion of the vessel 

 as if it was bumping on the rocks, I asked the Patron what it 

 meant, and he said it was an earthquake, and must have been 

 very strong on land — Calm and very hot all night. 



Monday 9th. Still in sight of the beloved mountain, but a 

 little wind later enabled us at last fairly to start — during the 

 day the wind increased and at evening turned into a regular gale 

 from the North east. I fancied we were going to have it pretty 

 strong, as the sun went down with the sky almost black, at 

 midnight one of the sailors woke me up to say that he was very 

 frightened and that we were going to the bottom, but I told him 

 I considered myself as safe where I was as I should be on deck, 

 and went to sleep again notwithstanding the heavy weather, 

 and turned out of bed, after a pretty good night's rest considering, 

 on Tuesday loth. to find nothing more than a nice fresh breeze 

 and the vessel still afloat — during the day we made very little 

 way, on account of the currents against us, and at sunset we 

 were still 40 miles from Cuba, but a fresh terral sprung up and 

 continued all night, so that we felt sure of arriving next day. 

 At midday the cook came to me to inform me that he had a most 

 delicious soup for dinner — I told him I was glad to hear it, tho' 

 I half expected what it was, when it came we found it to be one of 

 the vilest concoctions we had ever tasted, no one could touch it — 

 it consisted of stale bread, eggs and Catalan oil (rather worse 

 than train oil). 



Wednesday nth. Instead of finding ourselves entering the 

 bay at day-break, as we had expected, we were 12 miles to the 

 South. The poor old Patron having been up all night, lay down 

 early in the morning, and gave the helm to a sailor, who went to 

 sleep at his post, and left the vessel to go just where the wind 

 chose to drive it. However at 12 we arrived at the Morro, and 

 at I p. m. were once more on terra firma in Cuba, where we found 

 all the people anxiously expecting us, and in a great state of 

 mind about the earthquakes, of which they had felt some 10 or 



