Remember, Lord, My Ship Is Small And

To Know The Laws That Govern The Winds, And To Know That You Know Them, Will Give You An Easy Mind On Your Voyage Round The World; Otherwise You May Tremble At The Appearance Of Every Cloud.

Nothing Escapes The Vigilance Of The New South Wales Police; Their Reputation Is Known The World Over.

And Now, Without Having Wearied My Friends, I Hope, With Detailed Scientific Accounts, Theories, Or Deductions, I Will Only Say That I Have Endeavoured To Tell Just The Story Of The Adventure Itself.

To Young Men Contemplating A Voyage I Would Say Go.

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.