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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.

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.

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

To Be Taken Into Account Were Some Years Of Schooling, Where I Studied With Diligence Neptune's Laws, And These Laws I Tried To Obey When I Sailed Overseas; It Was Worth The While.

They Made A Shrewd Guess That I Could Give Them Some Useful Information, And They Were The First To Meet Me. Some One Said They Came To Arrest Me, And - Well, Let It Go At That.