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all the next day, compelling us to remain until it 
had moderated, when another attempt was made ; but 
after accomplishing about twenty miles (in eight 
hours), the gale still blowing furiously, it w T as found 
necessary to again seek shelter — this time under 
Long Island, in Queen Charlotte’s Sound, where we 
anchored for the night. At daylight next morning 
we made a successful run across Cook’s Straits, and, 
fortunately, having a strong tide in our favour, it 
enabled us to beat up under steam and sail. When 
about ten miles off the anchorage, we were visited with 
an unlooked-for calamity. Edward Winton, A.B., who 
was standing in the forechains heaving the lead, 
was washed overboard by the heavy sea. He was 
not missed for some minutes, when the engines 
were stopped and the vessel immediately rounded to, 
but no trace of him could be seen ; he must have 
gone down at once in the turbulent sea running at 
the time. The gloom which the loss of one of our 
small party occasioned was felt by every one on 
board. On nearing port, we were glad to escape the 
long rolling seas that seemed to surge up from the 
Antarctic. Our observation showed that not only 
was the intervening ocean we had just passed over 
wild and stormy, but that New Zealand invariably 
presents a rough and rugged coast, backed by tower- 
ing mountains, with frightful chasms and tremendous 
cliffs surrounding them on every side. Experiencing 
such unfavourable weather, it prevented much use of 
