Tuesday, October 15th

Fine fresh-blowing breeze carrying us on at an average of eight and a half knots. Latitude at noon 13.32 S., a clear run of 200 miles, of which 197 were dead South. page 50This is considered a most extraordinary run for a merchant vessel, the Captain is accordingly in high spirits. Hamilton's throat nearly well—thanks to the strong remedies of yesterday. In the evening got out Sophia's musical box and let it play upon deck. The tunes were much admired—both by others and by me. Great disputes as to who shall get the china ginger jar—proposals to shoot for it. People beginning to leave the deck o'nights and sit in the cuddy. The weather evidently somewhat colder. Robert Wilson and Abernethy still complaining of weakness and loathing of their food—all the rest well and hearty. The sick cock died yesterday.