Monday, November 25th, 1867

Fine weather up to 4 p.m. Every indication of a storm, again made preparation. Loud thunder and lightning with clouds as black as ink, and dead calm. All sail taken in except sufficient of the purpose. To me it looked truly horrible, you could fancy the clouds so near that you could touch them. So it remained till day break when it cleared up fine and pleasant. Made 144 miles.


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