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CHAPTER XIV. 
POET EOTAL TO GREYTOWN.—A GLOOMY LOOK-OUT.—DR. GREEN 
AND MR. COTTRELL.—SINGULAR SILTING.—ROLLING.—THE FIRST 
LIEUTENANT’S AND DOCTOR’S VIEWS.-HOMILY. 
Rolling along at the rate of ten knots an hour, and 
driving up the water in a huge wave before her 
broad bows, the old ship steadily approached her 
destination, Greytown, about a thousand miles from 
Port Royal. 
During the first twenty-four hours the Pedro 
shoals were passed; next day Cape Gracias a Dios, 
the north-eastern extremity or apex of an irregular 
triangle, comprising the Mosquito Coast. At this 
Cape, in 1782, there existed a good harbour, in which 
Commodore Parry anchored his squadron, consisting 
of a fifty-gun ship and some heavy frigates; but it is 
now merely a shallow lagoon, with barely sufficient 
depth of water at the entrance to admit the smallest 
coasters; indeed, the “silt” from the river Wanks 
has so encroached on the sea that timber-ships coming 
for mahogany have now to lie a long distance off shore 
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