78 
WANDERINGS IN 
SECOND 
JOURNEY. 
Sails for 
Pernam¬ 
buco. 
Trade 
v.'inds. 
SECOND JOURNEY. 
In the year 1816 , two days before the vernal 
equinox, I sailed from Liverpool for Pernambuco, 
in the southern hemisphere, on the coast of Brazil. 
There is little at this time of the year, in the European 
part of the Atlantic, to engage the attention of the 
naturalist. As you go down the channel, you see a 
few divers and gannets. The middle-sized gulls, 
with a black spot at the end of the wings, attend 
you a little way into the Bay of Biscay. When it 
blows a hard gale of wind, the stormy petrel makes 
its appearance. While the sea runs mountains high, 
and every wave threatens destruction to the labouring 
vessel, this little harbinger of storms is seen enjoying 
itself, on rapid pinion, up and down the roaring- 
billows. When the storm is over, it appears no more. 
It is known to every English sailor, by the name of 
Mother Carey’s chicken. It must have been hatched 
in bolus’s cave, amongst a clutch of squalls and 
tempests; for, whenever they get out upon the ocean, 
it always contrives to be of the party. 
Though the calms, and storms, and adverse winds 
in these latitudes are vexatious, still, when you reach 
the trade winds .you are amply repaid for all disap- 
