BUENOS AY RES. 



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the North Star, on a trip to Buenos Ayres. 

 In three days our departure from the tropic 

 towards the south pole was marked by a total 

 change of climate. On the fourth day we all 

 got into winter cloathing. 



On the seventh day we entered the Plata. 

 Of this we had notice, not from the appearance 

 of land — for the distance from side to side at 

 the entrance is upwards of a hundred miles — 

 but from the change we soon perceived in the 

 colour of the water. The blue ocean had dis- 

 appeared entirely, and we found ourselves 

 sailing through dirty white waves, with a bot- 

 tom at from twelve to nine fathoms by the 

 lead, which of course was continually heaved 

 overboard. 



The fog here became so thick that nothing 

 but the colour of the water, and the accuracy of 

 the chronometers, indicated our position. To 



