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November 15. 



The wind altered sufficiently to allow us to 

 escape from the Downs ; and at dusk we were off 

 Beachy Head. This morning, the steward left 

 the trap-door of the store-hole open ; of course, I 

 immediately contrived to step into it, and was on 

 the point of being precipitated to the bottom, 

 among innumerable boxes of grocery, bags of bis- 

 cuit, and porter barrels ; — where a broken limb 

 was the least that I could expect. Luckily, I fell 

 across the corner of the trap, and managed to sup- 

 port myself, till I could effect my escape with a 

 bruised knee, and the loss of a few inches of skin 

 from my left arm. 



November 16. 

 Off the Isle of Wight. 



November 17. 

 Off the St. Alban's Head. Sick to death ! My 

 temples throbbing, my head burning, my limbs 

 freezing, my mouth all fever, my stomach all 

 nausea, my mind all disgust. 



November 18. 

 Off the Lizard, the last point of England. 



November 19. (Sunday.) 

 At one this morning, a violent gust of wind 

 came on ; and, at the rate of ten miles an hour, 



