Where the starboard watch at him did chide,
He holds on taut while feet give way,
And clings like death to portsill stay.
But now the western winds the sails expand,
And soon the "look-out" reports he sees the land,
Where there before us in the vapours rolled,
The African mountains looming out so bold.
T. Faughnan.
Monday morning at four o'clock the wind changed on our larboard quarter, and suddenly dropped. The boatswain piped all hands to square yards and make sail; this order was hailed by the men, and it soon reached the women, when they all offered up prayers and thanks to God for their deliverance.
The wind dropped considerably, and by twelve o'clock all was quiet, the ship running steadily before the wind.