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TO CHATEEGAON.
43
&c. There are many villages. The breeze sprung
up from the west—steering north, up the coast;
close in shore—depth varies from 2 to 4 fathoms.
About 8 P. M. the amazing rapidity of the
spring tide carried us a short distance from our
anchorage, and we several times let out more
chain cable. I went to tell the Serang either to
go further out or closer to the shore, but he ad-
hered to his position with his wonted pertina-
city. 1 had hardly finished enquiring whether
a Mug boat which we had passed, had gone on,
or anchored, and heard the latter positively af-
firmed, when she appeared in front, and in less
than half a minute, borne by the impetuosity of
the tide, running like ten thousand sluices, came
crash upon our bowsprit, which pierced her up-
per works, and luckily kept her at a distance,
and our anchor dragging, eased the concussion.
She was filled with people; I expected to see
her sink ;—got a pole and was aided by others
in pushing her off. The bamboos of the Mug
boat were cut to release the bowsprit ; when
we gave her a parting shove, and she went off
with her former rapidity. Her numerous pas-
sengers were unanimous in vociferation. The
Mugs are emphatically called Burra Khrab;
that is to say, they go on without forethought or
precaution—suMue My Serang
obstinatus is prompt in imputing blame to them.
43
&c. There are many villages. The breeze sprung
up from the west—steering north, up the coast;
close in shore—depth varies from 2 to 4 fathoms.
About 8 P. M. the amazing rapidity of the
spring tide carried us a short distance from our
anchorage, and we several times let out more
chain cable. I went to tell the Serang either to
go further out or closer to the shore, but he ad-
hered to his position with his wonted pertina-
city. 1 had hardly finished enquiring whether
a Mug boat which we had passed, had gone on,
or anchored, and heard the latter positively af-
firmed, when she appeared in front, and in less
than half a minute, borne by the impetuosity of
the tide, running like ten thousand sluices, came
crash upon our bowsprit, which pierced her up-
per works, and luckily kept her at a distance,
and our anchor dragging, eased the concussion.
She was filled with people; I expected to see
her sink ;—got a pole and was aided by others
in pushing her off. The bamboos of the Mug
boat were cut to release the bowsprit ; when
we gave her a parting shove, and she went off
with her former rapidity. Her numerous pas-
sengers were unanimous in vociferation. The
Mugs are emphatically called Burra Khrab;
that is to say, they go on without forethought or
precaution—suMue My Serang
obstinatus is prompt in imputing blame to them.