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This was the last place we touched at on the Malabar coast, 
and after sailing along the mountainous shores of the Concan, we 
anchored in Bombay harbour, exactly eleven months from the 
commencement of our voyage. 
Should Fate command me to the farthest verge 
Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes. 
Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun 
Gilds India mountains, or his setting beam 
Flames on th’ Atlantic isles, ’tis nought to me : 
——I cannot go where Universal Love not smiles around! 
Thomson. 
