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whose captain was warned by Barrett of the approach- 
ing storm, hove up her anchor and walked away to 
windward in the first of it. Our skipper, who had 
irresolutely postponed his determination to the last, at 
length slipped his anchor, and stood under easy sail to 
the northward. Unable to tack, he came back after 
wearing, evidently in a worse position than before ; and 
dusk, accompanied by a whirling tempest of wind, 
lightning, and rain, hid the brig from our sight. 
Clinging hard to the rock in one of the crannies on 
the northern side of Moturoa, we lit a beacon-fire, and 
made out a light on board which proved her to have 
anchored again just outside the surf. 
We crept into the wata, appointed for the sleeping- 
place of Dr. Dorset, Dr. DieflPenbach, myself, and two 
natives, with no pleasant anticipations as to the fate of 
the brig. The gale had come on so suddenly that we 
had not had time to remove any thing from the brig, 
and all the Company's deeds were on board in my desk. 
Doddrey, however, was in charge of it, and " Worser" 
was fortunately on board with one or two whaling 
natives. 
We were rather cramped in our elevated bed-room ; 
which was so small that the only way of sleeping 
five in it was to lie across the narrow way, about four 
feet wide, and double up our legs. The violence of 
the storm, which beat right into the niche, precluded, 
however, any idea of sleeping outside ; and we made 
the best of it. 
In the morning the brig had disappeared ; much to 
our contentment, for we had expected to have seen her 
lying wrecked on the beach. She did not again make 
the anchorage until the 13th. 
During this interval we lived in the niche on Motu- 
roa, plentifully fed by the natives. "Black Lee," the 
