MY OCEAN LOG. 



IN SEVEN ENTRIES. 



FIRST ENTRY. 



FROM NEWCASTLE TO PORT SAID. 



NGLAND is doubly dear to the man who has left it ; 

 yet it has, when the fit seizes it — and that is not 

 seldom — a villainous climate. In days to come, 

 when home-sickness gnaws at the heart, the emigrant may 

 yearn even for English fogs and east winds, but never can 

 he desire to pass through two such days as those which 

 marked the commencement of this long voyage of mine from 

 Newcastle. to Brisbane, capital of Queensland. 



The Tyne is a fine river — for business purposes ; and, as 

 aquatic men are aware, some excellent boating is done upon 

 its turbid tide. Far up in the country the young stream 

 adds to the beauty of Northumberland landscape, and affords 

 good sport to the angler. But the scenery from Newcastle 

 to Tynemouth is, to put it in the mildest form, depressing — 

 ay, depressing under the most flattering conditions. The 



