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of the river, and had the misfortune to lose a highly- 
esteemed messmate in the person of Acting Lieutenant 
Henry St. Geo. Hunter. This officer had suffered with 
the disease of the country for some mouths, and was now 
carried off* by it in the flower of his manhood. His 
untimely death cast a gloom over our social board, and 
deprived the Expedition of a valuable officer. We buried 
him in the shady graveyard of the foreigners, and paid 
for the ei’eetion of a granite monument over his lamented 
remains. Poor llal ! 
The weather having now moderated and our bunkers 
being full of wood, we again put to sea with the Cooper 
ill tow, and continued our voyage to Shanghac. It proved 
but a passing lull, however, and at the end of the first 
twenty-four hours we again found ourselves beating to 
windward against a northeast gale. The reader already 
knows how the “old John’’ was wont to acquit herself 
under such circumstances. Like a huge disabled crab, she 
drifted lielplessly to leeward, and we thought ourselves 
more than fortunate when we were able to take shelter in 
a place called Bullocks’ Harbour, which we surveyed and 
made ourselves comfortable in for the space of twenty- 
four hours. There we bought four fine bullocks for seven 
dollars, a large quantity of sweet potatoes for a few pieces 
of fat pork, and sailed again the next day before a light 
breeze. 
Our glory was short: wo had scarcely got sail set when 
the wind hauled in our teeth again, and we were forced 
to send down all yards and masts, and steam in under the 
land to avoid losing ground. This was ticklish work: 
sometimes we ran in such shoal water that we could see 
