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September 9th. At 7.30 the Schooner got under weigh.
The morning very cold and miserable.
Wrote another letter to Mr Michell, requesting a liquidation
of his son's debts to our mess. Commenced one
to my Lizzy, but in a very bad temper - being
annoyed with every thing going on board so unsatisfactorily,
getting deeper and deeper - into debt-
At 3 weighed and went down towards the Schooner-
and brought up before sunset, giving her a hawser
to make fast by. In the evening we played at
Vingt Un at which, of course, I lost, but not to any
considerable amount: and after some pipes got to bed
by 9.30.

September 12th. Very cold and uncomfortable, with
an addition to my sick list of two from gonarrhoea
making altogether eight. In the afternoon altered our position
to enable the Schooner to take more sights and make more
[?]. In the evening again anchored and were joined by the
Indian, when Sydney came on board and we had cards in
the gun room after a glass of grog and pipe, but having
dined withteh Commdr at 4, I felt more inclined for sleep
and turned in

September 11th Much the same sort of duty going on
everything and every one very dull. Not well.

September 13th At 8 a Pampero came on, and our [anzere?]
topmast was struck by lightning, but without any injury
and afterward the rain came down in something like
sheets of water. In the evening the Indian closed us
and anchored astern, after which Sydney came on board
when we had a game of 21, and a glass of grog.

September 13th A wet morning: at 7 weighed and