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ment, and who in consequence went plump to the 

 bottom. Luckily, the fellow could swim ; so in a 

 few minutes he was on board again, and no harm 

 done. 



November 19. 

 We resumed our voyage with fine weather, but 

 wind so perverse, that we did not arrive in sight of 

 Portsmouth till the evening of the 21st. A pilot 

 came on board, and conveyed us into Spithead, 



November %°2. 



This morning we quitted Portsmouth, and this 

 evening we returned to it. The Needle rocks were 

 already in sight, when the wind failed completely. 

 There was no getting through the passage, and 

 the dread of a gale would not admit of our re- 

 maining in so dangerous a roadstead. So we had 

 nothing for it but to follow Mad Bess's example, 

 and " return to the place whence we came." We 

 are now anchored upon the Motherbank, about 

 two miles from Ryde in the Isle of Wight. 



November 30. (Sunday.) 



Edward, the young man who was so dangerously 

 wounded on our return from my former voyage to 

 Jamaica, is now chief mate of the vessel, and feels 

 no other inconvenience from his accident, except 

 a slight difficulty in raising his left arm above his 

 head. 



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