Thursday, October 10th, 1867

Commences another fine day but head wind. This afternoon calm. 8 p.m. beginning of a light air. At noon 125 miles, not exactly our right course. One of the men caught me a fish so I presume I shall have it for my breakfast. It looks much like our porquis, but don’t happen to be one. Any way it’s fish, which is always acceptable to us.


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