
 
        
         
		we  got  under  the  lee  of  this  island,  into  quite  smooth  
 water—for  I  had  been  very  sick  and  uncomfortable,  and  
 had eaten scarcely anything  since  the  preceding  morning.  
 We were  slowly nearing the shore, which the  smooth dark  
 water  told us we  could  safely approach,  and were  congratulating  
 ourselves on soon being at  anchor, with  the  prospect  
 of  hot coffee,  a good supper, and a  sound  sleep, when  
 the wind  completely dropped,  and we  had  to  get  out  the  
 oars to  row.  We were  not more than two  hundred  yards  
 from the shore, when  I noticed  that we  seemed  to  get  no  
 nearer although the men were  rowing  hard, but  drifted  to  
 the westward;  and  the prau would  not obey the helm, but  
 ‘continually  fell  off,  and gave us much trouble to  bring  her  
 up  again.  Soon  a  loud  ripple  of water  told  us we  were  
 seized  by one  of  those  treacherous  currents which  so  frequently  
 frustrate  all  the  efforts  of  the  voyager  in  these  
 seas;  the men  threw  down  the  oars  in  despair,  and  in  a  
 few  minutes we  drifted to leeward  of  the island fairly out  
 to  sea  again,  and  lost  our  last  chance  of  ever  reaching  
 Mysol!  Hoisting our jib, we  lay to,  and  in  the  morning  
 found ourselves only a few  miles from the island, but with  
 such  a steady wind  blowing from its direction as  to render  
 it impossible for us to get back to it. 
 We now made sail to the  northward, hoping  soon to get  
 a more southerly wind.  Towards  noon  the  sea was much  
 smoother,  and  with  a  S.S.E. wind  we  were  laying  in  the 
 direction of  Salwatty, which  I  hoped  to  reach,  as  I  could  
 there  easily get a boat to take provisions and  stores  to  my  
 companion  in  Mysol.  This  wind  did  not, however,  last  
 long, but  died  away  into  a  calm;  and  a  light west  wind  
 springing  up, with  a  dark  bank  of  clouds,  again  gave  us  
 hopes  of reaching  Mysol.  We  were  soon,  however,  again  
 disappointed.  The E.S.E. wind  began  to blow again with  
 violence,  and  continued  all  night  in  irregular  gusts,  and  
 with  a  short  cross  sea  tossed  us  about  unmercifully, and  
 so  continually took  our sails  aback,  that  we were  at length  
 forced  to  run  before  it with  our  jib  only, to  escape being  
 swamped  by our heavy mainsail.  After another miserable  
 and anxious night, we found  that we had drifted westward  
 of  the  island  of  Poppa, and  the wind  being  again a little  
 southerly, we  made  all  sail  in  order  to reach it.  This we  
 did  not  succeed in doing, passing  to  the  north-west, when  
 the  wind  again  blew  hard  from  the  E.S.E., and  our  last  
 hope  of  finding  a  refuge  till  better  weather  was  frustrated. 
   This was  a very  serious  matter  to  me,  as  I  could  
 not  tell  how Charles Allen  might  act,  if, after  waiting  in  
 vain  for  me,  he  should  return  to Wahai,  and  find  that  I  
 had left there long before,  and had  not  since been heard of.  
 Such  an  event  as  our  missing  an  island  forty miles  long  
 would  hardly occur  to  him,  and  he would  conclude  either  
 that our boat had foundered, or that my crew had murdered  
 me  and run awTay with her.  However, as it was physically