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calm!!! "When will there be a storm?"
the wistful mariner exlaims, and
"When a propitious breeze" drawls out
our impatient comp^y – The Welsh coast
with its bold promontories projecting into
the channel – its finely cultivated hills
and enchanting dales, and distant
mountains rising one behind the other
in beautiful perspective, cannot engage
the attention of our impatient crew
and passengers enough to suppress the
ardent sighings for the haven before
us, which seem to increase as we
approach it; – or else it has whetted
the appetite for Land to an intensity, that we
have not before experienced._

This however in the after noon was
seen literaly sated by the approach
of a Steam-boat or "Steamer" sufficiently
near to understand aour signal, and
turn towards us. She came along side,
when, fifteen of our passengers went
onboard and bid adieu, some of
them forever, to the "good old Pacific"

For my part being a thorough
bred American, I gave not up the