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Lat [Latitude] 50° 44"

[on right] Sunday the 1st

Found out the day of the month without an
Almanack, by going on deck and straining my eyes out
to see some thing up aloft, that was not ^ there to be seen

This morning about 4 o'clock a tremendous squall
struck us verry suddenly, a regular screamer, which
terminated in another S.W. gale, a regular Punisher ...
the wind blowing stronger than I have seen it before ...
but towards night it abated, and became comparitively
calm

[on right] Monday 2nd

During the night the wind changed into the
N.W. and before noon it had increased into a gale,
at one oclock they tuck'd ship, and headed her N.E.
for fear of getting too near the Falklands, which
we have been trying to get to the west of, this
number of days, in accordance with the advice of Captain
Coffens

[on right] Tuesday 3rd

About 4 o'clock this morning they, they again tucked
Ship and stood S.W. by W. but we make but little headway
as there is a heavy swell running.

About 5 o'clock P.M., made land over the lee bow ...
twenty, or thirty miles distant, bearing, about south ...
This evening the wind again, hauled into the
South, West, so they Tuck't and stood to the westward

[on right] Wednesday 4th

Cold and rough with squalls of sleet and rain. If salt water
will preserve, whatever, is, saturated with it, I feel
perfectly secure, for, I got soused from head to foot
today in a t sea that broke over the bulwarks, while
I was on deck. The prospect of our getting round the Cape
Horn, seems, to be farther distant now than when we
first started from Boston.

[on right] Monday Apr. 9th

Yesterday we were in Lat 51° 30" and about 20 miles dist west
of the Falklands which The rugged coast of which was plain
to be seen, as it rose up perpendicular from the sea, rugged
rocky, and bare, against which the storms of ages have beat with
unremitting violence, and as they beat against the steep face
of the cliff or howl around its torn and gagged [jagged?] summit,
while the ocean, thunders at its base, It It warns
the marriner not to approach to[o] near its lonely shoreand
desolat[e] shore

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