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Updated: June 27, 2025
The captain's orders were executed, and the launch, still under steam, dropped round to the stern of the Dream. Three-quarters of an hour afterwards, Captain Turcott, with his sextant in his hand, took the sun's altitude, and having made his observation, he gave the course.
The day had been particularly stormy, the wind had freshened, and it did not appear at all likely that the sea would fall at night, lashed so capriciously as it had been for so many hours. Towards midnight then Godfrey dressed, and, wrapping himself up warmly, went on deck. The men on watch were forward, Captain Turcott was on the bridge. The force of the wind had certainly not diminished.
However, the worthy man, always on the roll and the pitch, had regained his cabin, Godfrey his; the one with the assurance, the other in the hope that he would pass a good night, for the Dream scarcely moved on the crest of the lengthened waves. Captain Turcott, having handed over the watch to the mate, also came under the poop to take a few hours' rest. All was in order.
In a sailing-ship this might be intelligible; but in a steamer, which could keep on the great circle line and only use canvas when the wind was favourable, it was somewhat extraordinary. During the morning of the 12th of June a very unexpected incident occurred on board. Captain Turcott, the mate, and Godfrey, were sitting down to breakfast when an unusual noise was heard on deck.
This alarming appellation, the "rolling table," is enough to warn us that the professor's place would too often be vacant. At the start, in the lovely month of June, there was a beautiful breeze from the north-east, and Captain Turcott was able to set his canvas so as to increase his speed. The Dream thus balanced hardly rolled at all, and as the waves followed her, her pitching was but slight.
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