ng a desert tract of the ocean, where a sail is seldom seen.
We now began to approach one of the beaten highways, over which a constant stream of travel is passing—the road leading from the various ports of Europe to the equator and the coast of Brazil, and thence east and west, as may be the destination of the wayfarer.
December 28th.—A fine, bright day, with the wind light from the south-west.
At daylight, Sail ho!
came ringing from the mast-head.
The sail crossing our bows, we took in y, waiting for an opportunity of exit.
I have seen as many as a hundred sail at one time.
In a few hours after a change of wind takes place, this immense fleet will all be under way, and such of them as are bound to the equator and the coast of Brazil, the United States, West Indies, and South America, will be found travelling the blazed road of which I have spoken; some taking the forks of the road, at their respective branching-off places, and others keeping the main track to the equator.