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TO CHATEEGAON.
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or one driven from the rest. Moved on during
the night, and anchored in four fathoms.
jDcccm&r Ulgee bearing 8 miles south-
west ; east coast six miles, west land one
mile distant; weighed anchor and sailed with a
breeze, enabling us to make up tor lost time ;
course northerly, entered the Hut,hee,a river,
which is here I imagine 16 miles broad. A beau-
tiful sunset; reminding me of the apostrophe of
Charles in Schiller's Tragedy of "the Robbers."
" Thus worthy of admiration dies a Hero.
When I was a boy, my favourite thought was,
that I would live and die like yonder glorious
orb :—Thou castle of my Fathers, and ye green
delightful vallies,—shall I no more behold
you ? Oh! beauteous groves, so oft enjoyed in
childhood, will you not cool my burning bosom
with your perfumed zephyrs ? Mourn with me
nature: Never, never, will those happy days
return."—Anchored at night in a fathom and
half; between two shoals about four miles
apart, the wind rose during the night, and the
boat rolled and pitched a good deal.
27 tA. Glad to see day-light—wea-
ther rough—weighed anchor—hoisted sail and
soon got into smoother water—course north-
ward, to get round the Hut,hee,a island, on
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or one driven from the rest. Moved on during
the night, and anchored in four fathoms.
jDcccm&r Ulgee bearing 8 miles south-
west ; east coast six miles, west land one
mile distant; weighed anchor and sailed with a
breeze, enabling us to make up tor lost time ;
course northerly, entered the Hut,hee,a river,
which is here I imagine 16 miles broad. A beau-
tiful sunset; reminding me of the apostrophe of
Charles in Schiller's Tragedy of "the Robbers."
" Thus worthy of admiration dies a Hero.
When I was a boy, my favourite thought was,
that I would live and die like yonder glorious
orb :—Thou castle of my Fathers, and ye green
delightful vallies,—shall I no more behold
you ? Oh! beauteous groves, so oft enjoyed in
childhood, will you not cool my burning bosom
with your perfumed zephyrs ? Mourn with me
nature: Never, never, will those happy days
return."—Anchored at night in a fathom and
half; between two shoals about four miles
apart, the wind rose during the night, and the
boat rolled and pitched a good deal.
27 tA. Glad to see day-light—wea-
ther rough—weighed anchor—hoisted sail and
soon got into smoother water—course north-
ward, to get round the Hut,hee,a island, on