United States or Micronesia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
To supply the deficiencies of Master Juet's journal, which is written with true log-book brevity, I have availed myself of divers family traditions, handed down from my great-great-grandfather, who accompanied the expedition in the capacity of cabin-boy.
It was the first time an American ship had gone round the world, almost fifty thousand miles, her log-book showed, and salvos of artillery thundered a welcome. General Lincoln, the port collector, was first on board to shake Gray's hand.
My wife had lost the log-book in her excitement, and I only found it to-day. Course N. E. by E. Shem at the wheel. Jap. on the lookout. Sun., 34 days out. No religious services to-day; women are talking about me don't talk to me; if they do, I'll speak of that jug. Course due E. Blowing fresh. J. at the wheel, S. on lookout. Mon., 35 days out.
Another match was struck by a steady hand, and this time the spots blazed out from the blackness. Venning felt for his log-book, tore out a sheet, screwed it up, lit it, and held the flame up. There, less than six feet away, was the leopard, its mouth open, the gleaming fangs showing their full length a sight so forbidding that he dropped the paper and sprang back.
My captain had an instrument he called a thermometer, and with that he used to weigh the weather, and then he would write down in the log-book `today, heavy weather, or to-morrow, light weather, just as it happened, and that helped him mightily along in his voyages." "Mrs. Budd has merely mistaken the name of the instrument the `barometer' is what she wished to say," put in Mulford, opportunely.
"It is in the official log-book of Yale, to be read and wondered at by future generations the account of the Great Blank Day the memorable Blank Day the day wherein the wheels of culture were stopped, a Sunday silence prevailed all about, and the whole University stood still while the Faculty read-up and qualified itself to sit at meat, without shame, in the presence of the Professor of Theological Engineering from New Zealand: "When we assembled at the dinner we were miserably tired and worn but we were posted.
One of our frigates spoke an American, who, a little to the westward of the Azores, had fallen in with an armed vessel, appearing to be a dismasted privateer, deserted by her crew, which had been run on board by another ship, and had been set fire to; but the fire had gone out. A log-book and a few seamen's jackets were found in the cabin; and these were brought to Nelson.
And in that empty parlor with its disordered chairs, one even overturned, and while I was still under the dark spell of our sad farewells, there beside my mother, leaning against her with eyes turned away and with soul overwhelmed with sorrow, I suddenly remembered the old log-book which I had read at sunset last spring at Limoise.
P. S. Since writing the above I have received the extract from the log-book, and enclose the same. "September 9, 1862. "Shortly after the ship came to the wind, with the main yard aback, we went alongside and were hoisted up, when we found we were prisoners of war, and our ship a prize to the Confederate steamer Alabama.
His peculiar duties of superintending the expenditure of the ship's stores, in their several departments; of keeping the frigate's log-book; and of making his daily examinations into the state of her sails and rigging brought him so little in collision with the gay, laughing, reckless young lieutenants, who superintended the ordinary management of the vessel, that he might be said to have formed a distinct species of the animal, though certainly of the same genus with his more polished messmates.
Word Of The Day