Captain Fisher, The Commander, With A Party

The Days Pass Happily With Me Wherever My Ship Sails.

About Midnight The Fog Shut Down Again Denser Than Before. One Could Almost "stand On It." It Continued So For A Number Of Days, The Wind Increasing To A Gale. The Waves Rose High, But I Had A Good Ship. Still, In The Dismal Fog I Felt Myself Drifting Into Loneliness, An Insect On The Straw In The Midst Of The Elements.

Was The Crew Well? Was I Not? I Had Profited In Many Ways By The Voyage. I Had Even Gained Flesh, And Actually Weighed A Pound More Than When I Sailed From Boston.

If The Spray Discovered No Continents On Her Voyage, It May Be That There Were No More Continents To Be Discovered. She Did Not Seek New Worlds, Or Sail To Pow-wow About The Dangers Of The Sea.

Now, It It Well Known That One Cannot Step On A Tack Without Saying Something About It.