Nov. 15th.—Lat. 7° 53′. Therm. 83°. A boat of the Charwell’s swamped as they were about to hoist it up. All hands overboard, but saved. Went on board the Commodore with returns to the General.
Nov. 16th.—Lat. 6° 38′. Therm. 86°. Sultry close weather, with storms of thunder and lightning. Stark calm, with tremendous showers, the rain coming down in torrents, not drops.
Nov. 17th.—Lat. 6° 17′. Therm. 82°. Weather less sultry, with heavy showers. A large flight of birds resembling ducks ahead, so close together in the water they resemble a floating island. Loaded rifles and fired at them, but to no purpose.
Nov. 18th.—Lat. 6° 1′ Therm. 84°. No breeze. Tremendous thunderstorm, with torrents of rain.
Nov. 19th.—No observation, being cloudy dirty weather. A signal for masters of transports to go on board Commodore. A brig sent home for inattention and not obeying signals. The troops on board her were distributed on board different ships. Wrote letters home in hopes of being able to send them by her, but a breeze springing up prevented our lowering a boat, to my great disappointment.
Nov. 20th.—Lat. 4° 44′. Therm. 82°. Nice breeze but rather ahead. At 6 p.m. the Pheasant passed us under all sail. On coming alongside the Commodore she hoisted his ensign, which was immediately returned by him. It is always done when a ship parts convoy. Suppose she is sent forward to Buenos Ayres.
Nov. 21st.—Lat. 3° 45′; long. 26° 38′ West. Therm. 82°. Fine breeze.
Nov. 22nd.—Lat. 3° 14′. Therm. 81°. Squally. Wind changing often and suddenly.
Nov. 23rd.—Lat. 2° 30′. Therm. 80°. Weather cool, considering how near we are to the sun.
Nov. 24th.—Lat. 1° 49′. Therm. 82°. Fine breeze but rather ahead. Evening squally. A strange sail to windward. Proved to be an American.