were the artist a little less of an oil and more of a water painter, I individually would prefer his style.We have every variety of fish, meat, fowl, fruit, (hdces and wines.
FISHING.A very long interval has to be filled up, by reading, writing, sitting or walking upon deck, as suits the taste of the individual, or by drinking orangeade, or by sleeping, or by any other ingenious resource for killing time.At five, dinner, at which no one joins us but the captain and one officer ; and after dinner, on deck till bed-time, walking about, or gazing on the sky or sea, or listening to the songs of the sailors.26th. -Little wind, but a day of such abominably cruel " balances/^a s they call them, that one is tempted to find rest by jumping overboard.Everything broken or breaking.Even the cannons disgorge their balls, which fall out by their own weight.28th. -We have had two days of perfect weather, though very warm ; the sky blue, without one cloud.To-day we are on the sound, and have lain to, about noon, to let the sailors fish, thereby losing an hour or so of fair wind, and catching a preposterous number of fish of immense size.The water was so clear, that we could see the fish rush and seize the bait as fast as it was thrown in. Sometimes a huge shark would bite the fish in two, so that the poor finny creature was between Scylla and Charybdis. These fish are called chcnie and iJcirgo, and at dinner were pronounced good.At length a shark, in its wholesale greediness, seized the bait, and feeling the hook in his horrid jaw, tugged most fiercely to release himself, but in vain. Twelve sailors hauled him in, when, with distended jaws, he seemed to look out for the legs of the men, whereupon they rammed the butt-end of a harpoon down his throat, which put a stop to all further proceedings on his part. He was said to be