ecessary to a perfect cure. The appetite of these squaws seem
unsatiable; for during the short time we looked on, three of them
managed to get outside of about twenty salmon trout, in this manner.

After a stay of three days in this pretty little spot, we started, under
very unfavourable circumstances. The weather was very cold and foggy,
and rain fell in abundance, so altogether it was very unpleasant. But
this was not all, for on making the open sea the wind began to rise, and
we close to a lee shore. We speedily prepared for a gale, as night was
coming on, and no indications of the wind going down. The "Pegasus" was
still in company; and the two ships kept up a pretty lively conversation
with each other during that night of fog, by means of that nautical toy,
the steam whistle. Fast and furious they went at it, singing sweet
lullabys to the slumbering tars of the watch below. Such horrible
shrieks and appalling yells would startle a Red-Indian war-whoop into
fits. I feel certain, from subsequent remarks on the subject--let fall
in the manner peculiar to seamen--that if their wishes had been answered
that night, all the waters in the sea would not have been sufficient to
cool the place where they would have consigned the whole apparatus.

At daybreak, the little patch of blue up aloft that mariners so delight
to see, shewed us hopes of a fine day. Shortly afterwards we observed a
Russian corvette standing out from the land, having just left the
anchorage we are about to visit, namely, Olga bay, another fine harbour
on the Siberian seaboard. Here we found the Russian admiral, the
"Vigilant," and an Italian frigate--the "Vittor Pisani." From hence the
"Pegasus" was despatched to Nagasaki, whilst we and the "Vigilant"
headed for Vladivostock, calling at Nayedznik bay on the way, and
anchoring for the night.

We made three or four attempts to start in the morning, but each time
were compelled to delay our departure, out of respect for the heavy fogs
which would gather so rapidly in our vicinity. When at length we did get
outside, things did not improve, by which we infer that the maritime
region of Siberia is a dangerous one at this season. However we steamed
along at a pretty brisk rate, and by 10 a.m. had the satisfaction of
seeing Vladivostock open out before us. This town is Russia's principal
seaport and naval station in this part of her dominions--the head
quarters of her navy, and the great military depot. It has