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place and keeps it, a white man, his neighbor, assuming every¬ 
body’s place but his own; one man with no appetite, another 
creating a famine in his immediate neighborhood; five crazy 
men, fifty invalids, a penurious doctor, two mates—Tate and 
Barry—noblemen of nature’s own make, and a captain who was 
made afterwards. In one thing only were we unanimous, which 
was the condemnation of sailing vessels in general, and the 
“Everett” in particular, including her captain. 
11th. We discover something near the horizon resembling a 
capsized whale-boat. This causes a great sensation ; the first 
mate mans the quarter-boat and pulls off for the object. The 
passengers watch most intently, the little craft as it rises upon 
the crest of a mountain-wave, and now disappearing, again rises 
to our view, still nearing the object in the distance. As they 
approach still nearer, through the ship’s glass, we see fowls ris¬ 
ing from it, and now the mate, standing in the bow, elevates the 
harpoon, as if to strike. A large sea-fowl still clings to the ob¬ 
ject ; as they approach still nearer, it flies. The mate throws 
the harpoon and soon they are returning to the ship. They pro¬ 
nounced the object a pine-log. They have a Dolphin and sev¬ 
eral small fish ; a cry of shark, and a large one passes along the 
weather side, four are following astern, accompanied by their 
pilots. We use the harpoon, but without success. 
12th. 4 A.M., cry of “ land ho !” I dress and go on deck ; we 
are in sight of Points Mala and Puerco, at the entrance to the 
gulf of Panama, 100 miles from the city. A steamer is just pas¬ 
sing the point into the gulf; a strong wind is blowing off the 
land, and west and in, running close on the wind. We beat all 
night, and in the morning find ourselves in the same position. 
13th. Wind still dead ahead ; after standing in and nearing the 
South American coast, we put about on the other tack; the 
wind soon “ hauls,” and we stand directly for the point and soon 
enter the mouth of the gulf. At 4 P.M., mate cries out from 
mast-head, u sail ho!” “ How does she bear?” “ Two points off 
leeward bow, sir.” Delightful sunset; a school of porpoises are 
tumbling about in ecstasies. 
14th. Pleasant morning; we are just off the inner point. A 
fine breeze blows off, our ship bows to the impulse, and we stand 
along under the lee of the land. Cry of dolphin, captain strikes 
