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This is the living monument which thou hast constructed for thyself, and which all the rage of the Puritan cannot shake.
December 31st.—The last day of the year, as though it would atone to us for some of the bad weather its previous days had given us, is charming.
There is not a cloud, as big as a man's hat, anywhere to be seen, and the air is so elastic that it is a positive pleasure to breathe it. The temperature is just cool enough to be comfortable, though the wind is from the north.
At daylight, a couple of sail were reported from aloft, but, as they were at a great distance, and out of our course, we did not chase.
Indeed, we have become quite discouraged since our experience of yesterday.
A third sail was seen at noon, also at a great distance.
These are probably the laggards of the great Mediterranean wind-bound fleet.
We observed, to-day, in latitude 35° 22′; the longitude being 16° 27′. It becoming quite calm at eight P. M., I put the ship under steam; being about 490 miles from Cadiz.
January 1st, 1862.—Nearly calm; wind light from the south-west, and sky partially overcast.
The sea is smooth, and we are making nine knots, the hour.
We made an excellent run during the past night, and are approaching the Spanish coast very rapidly.
Nothing seen during the day. At nine P. M. a sail passed us, a gleam of whose light we caught for a moment in the darkness.
The light being lost almost as soon as seen, we did not attempt to chase.
Latitude 35° 53′; longitude 13° 14′.
On the next day we overhauled a French, and a Spanish ship.
It had been my intention, when leaving Martinique, to cruise a few days off Cadiz, before entering the port, and for this purpose I had reserved a three days supply of fuel; but, unfortunately, the day before our arrival we took another gale of wind, which shook us so severely, that the ship's leak increased very rapidly; the engineer reporting that it was as much as he could do to keep her free, with the bilge pumps, under short steam.
The leak was evidently through the sleeve of the propeller, and was becoming alarming.
I therefore abandoned the idea of cruising, and ran directly for the land.
Night set in before anything could be seen, but having every confidence in my chronometers, I ran without any hesitation
Baltimore, MD. Kelly Piet & Co. 1868.
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