1833. 



GOREE ROAD SUCCESS BAY. 



undertake, with a far better prospect of success, that enter- 

 prise which circumstances had obliged him to defer, though not 

 to abandon altogether. 



Having completed our work in Pack saddle Bay on the ISth, 

 the Beagle went to the inlet originally called Windhond Bay, 

 a deep place full of islets : thence, on the 19th, she moved to 

 Gretton Bay, on the north side of Wollaston Island, and to 

 Middle Cove. On the SOth, it was blowing a gale of wind 

 from the south-west, but we pushed across before it to Goree 

 Road, knowing that we should there find secure anchorage, 

 and be unmolested by the furious williwaws which whirled over 

 the high peaks of Wollaston Island. 



We weighed from Goree Road on the 21st, and ran under 

 close-reefed topsails to Good Success Bay, where our anchors 

 were dropped in the evening. The night of the S2d was one 

 of the most stormy I ever witnessed. Although close to a 

 weather shore in a snug cove, upon good holding ground, with 

 masts struck and yards braced as sharp as possible, the wind 

 wa.s so furious that both bowers were brought a-head witii a 

 cable on each, and the sheet anchor (having been let go early) 

 had half a cable on it, the depth of water being only ten 

 fathoms. During some of the blasts, our fore-yard bent so 

 much that I watched it with anxiety, thinking it would be 

 sprung. The storm being from the westward, threw no sea into 

 the cove, but I several times expected to be driven out of our 

 place of refuge, if not shelter. During part of the time we 

 waited in Good Success Bay for an interval of tolerable wea- 

 ther, in which we might cross to the Falkland Islands without 

 being molested by a gale, there was so much surf on the shore 

 that our boats could not land, even while the wind was mode- 

 rate in the bay. 



While we were prisoners on board, some fish were caught, 

 among which was a skate, four feet in length and three feet 

 wide. Several fine cod-fish, of the same kind as those off Cape 

 Fairweather, were also hooked, and much relished. 



On the 26th we sailed, passed through a most disagreeable 

 swell off Cape San Diego, and ran before a fresh gale towards 



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