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San Isidro lighthouse. (3) To wait in hope of wind. (1) I re¬ 
fused to stay on schooner without the Captain. (2) If they 
put the Professor ashore, I also went ashore. The Captain 
was reasonable and decent, but unfortunately influenced by 
his crew before we talked together. After discussing things, 
Senor Williams kindly acting as interpreter, he decided to 
accept my plan of all sticking together whatever happened. 
Shook hands and said, ‘If he did not get the Professor and 
myself to Magallanes, none of them would get there.’ Failing 
to get wind to-morrow, it was decided to try and tow schooner 
from small row boat. 
July 20 , Saturday . Started at daybreak, 7 a.m. Dead calm 
sea. Two men with one oar each on schooner, three rowing 
tow boat, and myself steering. We hugged the coast of 
Clarence Island (Cockburn Channel), the trailing kelp on 
the water’s surface helping us to avoid dangerous rocks. 
Anchored at 11 a.m. for lunch. Steady drizzling rain. The 
men were wet and sullen, and their hands were blistered 
from rowing. There was not a breath of wind: our sails 
hung slack. After a hard day’s work we had made only six 
miles. Anchored near Monte Sarmiento for the night. 
July 21 , Sunday . Drenching rains varied by snow and 
sleet throughout the night. Bitterly cold. Left anchorage 
at 7 a.m. Men rowing again in small boat, an occasional 
breeze filling our waiting sails which gave the rowers a spell, 
but it soon calmed again. San Isidro lighthouse still 14 miles 
off. Anchored again at 3.30 p.m. Weather overcast and 
ominous of change. 
July 22, Monday . Left at 4.30 a.m. under sail and fair 
wind (south-west). At 8.30 a.m. saw smoke on the coast a 
little to the south of Shoal Bay in Cockburn Channel, and 
soon a small boat came out from the shore. They shouted 
to us, and very quickly they were alongside the schooner 
asking for food in exchange for two otter skins. They were 
