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at one in the afternoon at Mohhar, or Djebel Mohhar, 
a pretty little port, shut in by mountains, which extend 
themselves to the water's edge, and form a creek shel- 
tered from the winds. There are several similar ports 
upon this coast, formed by the same chain of mountains. 
Saturday ', IS th April. 
We began to set sail at four in the morning, steering 
to the N. N. W. with a good wind. At seven the wind 
failed, but at one in the afternoon it blew fresh from 
the south, and we put the vessel to the north, between 
the island of Djebel- Hazen and the land. Immediately 
afterwards we passed Haoura, an Arab village, where 
we perceived some palm and other trees. The wind fell 
a second time, and we were obliged to have the vessels 
towed until eight o'clock in the evening, when we cast 
anchor in a creek upon the Arabian coast, named El 
Maado, five leagues distant to the north of the island of 
Djebel Hazen. 
From this anchorage may be seen to the south-west, 
the isle of El Okadi, where we were saved after our 
shipwreck, during our voyage to Mecca. 
Finding at noon that we were three miles to the S. 
S. E. of the island of Djebel Hazen, and having ob- 
served the sun, I obtained for latitude 25° 32' 20" N. 
This island, which may be about three leagues in cir- 
cumference, is mountainous, inhabited, and situated 
near another small island at a league and a half distance 
from the continent. 
Sunday, 19 th April. 
It appears destined by fate that I am never to make 
a sea voyage without accident. At half past four in the 
morning, our little fleet of vessels got under sail, with 
