re they go Bad.

Course ESE 186 miles. Wind fresh from S. & W. Observatn, Lat. 34 20
N. Long. 53 32 W.

That didn't seem to little Jacob to be enough to say about the
porpoises. He sighed and turned to another day.

October 5, 1796. 11 days out. Comes in Fresh breezes and a rough
sea fr. S. & E. Spoke Brig Transit of Workington fr.--S. Salvador
for Hamburg. Middle & latter part moderate with clear skies and
beautiful weather. Ran into some weed and running threw it off and
on all day.

Courses ESE 98 m. Wind strong fr. N. & E.,
moderating to gentle airs.

SSE. 54 m. Observatn.,
---- Lat. 30 22 N.
152
Long. 47 30 W.

And it seemed to little Jacob that it was a shame to say no more than
that about that strange Seaweed Sea and the curious things that were to
be found in it. But it was Captain Solomon's log and not little Jacob's.
He turned to another day, to see what there was about the flying fish.

October 11, 1796. 17 days out of Boston. Comes in with good fresh
Trades and flying clouds. Middle & latter part much the same. Saw a
ship standing on our course. Not near enough to speak her. At
daylight passed the ship abt. 5 miles to windward. All proper sail
spread.

Great numbers of Flying Fish (Sea Swallows) all about the ship,
and the men imploy'd in catching them. It gave the men much
pleasure and a deal of sport and the Fish very good eating.

Course SSE 203 miles. Wind NE. strong, Trades. Observatn., Lat. 18
10 N. Long. 37 32 W.

Chronometer loses _too much_.

Took Spica and Aquila at 7 p. m., Long. 35 30 W.

Little Jacob didn't know what Spica and Aquila were, and he asked
Captain Solomon.

"They are stars, Jacob, and rather bright ones," said Captain Solomon.
"My chronometer--my clock, you know--was losing a good deal, and I
looked through my sextant at them to find out where we really were."

"Oh," said little Jacob; but he didn't understand very well, and Captain
Solomon saw that he didn't. It wasn't strange that he didn't
understand.

Little Jacob sat looking at the log book and he didn't say anything for
a long time.

Captain Solomon smiled. "Well, Jacob," he said, at last, "what are you
thinking about? I guess you were thinking that you wished that you had
the log to write up. Then y