k. How long we shall lie here I don't know. About six o'clock we
had a terrible squall and hail stones fell as big as ounce balls.
About sunset there was another squall and it hailed faster than
before. Mr. Frost went out and gathered a mug full of hail stones,
and in the evening we had a glass of punch made of it, and the ice was
in it till we had drank the whole of it."

"Monday, June 16. We weighed anchor about half after five in the
morning, with the wind North-Nor'-West, and it blows very fresh.
We passed the Light House about half after seven. It is now half
after nine and a signal has been fired for the ships all to lie to
for the Bridgewater, which seems to lag behind, I believe on
account of some misfortune that happened to her yesterday.... It
is now two o'clock and we have again got under way. We have been
waiting for a ship to come from New York, and she has now
overhauled us.[141] We have a very light breeze now, but have at
last got all our fleet together. We have thirteen Ships, two
Brigs, one Frigate belonging to our fleet. The Frigate is our
Commodore's. It is now three o'clock, we are becalmed and the men
are out fishing for Mackerel. Mr. Miles has caught the first."

[141] It is a question whether or not the passengers of this ship
are included in Sir Guy Carleton's return of the 17th
July, which appears at p. 354.

"Thursday, June 19. We are still steering eastward with a fine
breeze. We make seven miles an hour the chief part of the day.
About noon we shift our course and are steering North by East. At
two o'clock the Captain says we are 250 miles from Sandy Hook,
with the wind West-Nor'-West. At six o'clock we saw a sail ahead.
She crowded sail and put off from us, but our frigate knew how to
talk to her, for at half past seven she gave her a shot which
caused her to shorten sail and lie to. Our captain looked with his
spy glass; he told me she was a Rebel brig; he saw her thirteen
stripes. She was steering to the westward. The wind blows so high
this evening, I am afraid to go to bed for fear of rolling out."

"Friday 20th. This morning our Frigate fired a signal to shift our
course to North-Nor'-East. We have still fine weather and a fair
wind. Mr. Emslie, the mate, tells me we are, at five in the
afternoon, about 500 miles from Sandy Hook. We begin to see the
fog come on, for that is natural to this place. At six