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humour . The . repose and tranquillity of the yacht very pleasant , after our scramblings and sight-seeing for the last few days .
I extract a few notes from my log of the weather and our progress ; but the monotony of a sea voyage affords little to write about : — 5 th . —Dark , overcast morning ; wind chopped round to the " nor ' ard , "— -obliged to haul the sheets aft , and make all snug ; captain not speakable for several hours . —Blue Mediterranean nearly black .
1 th . — -Sighted land N . by E . Sir Arthur tells me it is the Morea . A bare , bleak , uncomfortable place it seems to me . Yet I looked at it with great interest ; remembered it was the land of the Spartans , and also what canings I ' ve received on their account . About noon we were abreast of Cape Matapan ; wind falling , and the sky bright blue . Both Capes Matapan and Malea bold , rocky promontories , not unworthy to be the outposts of so famous a country . Stood in , somewhat near the shore , to please the ladies .
We could perceive through the glasses a rude hut on the south-east face of Cape Malea , which is next Matapan , and I fancied I could make out a human figure : the captain says it is the old Greek hermit , who resides there , and signals every passing ship for a supply of biscuit .
La Belle Catherine , Miss P—— , was urgent in her entreaties to be permitted to go on shore and visit him , but her brother would not hear of it , as the weather was not sufficiently favourable . 8 th . —Caught glimpses of various clusters of little islands to east ' ard . It is a curious sensation to a landsman , this sighting land , and then gliding away to some fresh coast . I can imagine that a sea life might become most attractive .
At sunset wind still high : Ealconero bearing north , just visible ; Milo , south east . 9 th . —Eirst intelligence this morning that we had been driven at least twenty-five miles to leeward of our course . Herr Muller and the Hon . Charles Augustus horridly sick ; Lady 0- ¦ not comfortable ;
self quite well , and rejoicing over the sufferers in a savage manner . Towards evening all better : ran by Paulo Bello . Greek coast , bearing away to the left , showed in rough , stern mountains running up into lofty peaks . The towns gathered in white clusters on their dark sides . Wind drew round to south'ard and west ' ard .
11 th . —Past Mitylene , and on our left the entrance to the Gulf of Athens , with Euboea and Tenedos before us ; while on the right wo caught a glimpse of the snowy heights of Mount Ida . Little German in raptures , quoting Greek , and otherwise unintelligible . At sunset was pointed out Mount Athos , but couldn't see it . Daylight , alas ! failed us as we entered the Bardatiell . es .
The state of excitement into which Herr Muller worked himself on passing the plains of Troy was wonderful . Ho tliougl . it himself terribly ill treated by Sir Arthur , who refused to cast anchor in order to let him explore them . All we could make out of the famous castles of Europe and Asia , as we sailed past in the twilight , was a dim vision of two glaringly
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humour . The . repose and tranquillity of the yacht very pleasant , after our scramblings and sight-seeing for the last few days .
I extract a few notes from my log of the weather and our progress ; but the monotony of a sea voyage affords little to write about : — 5 th . —Dark , overcast morning ; wind chopped round to the " nor ' ard , "— -obliged to haul the sheets aft , and make all snug ; captain not speakable for several hours . —Blue Mediterranean nearly black .
1 th . — -Sighted land N . by E . Sir Arthur tells me it is the Morea . A bare , bleak , uncomfortable place it seems to me . Yet I looked at it with great interest ; remembered it was the land of the Spartans , and also what canings I ' ve received on their account . About noon we were abreast of Cape Matapan ; wind falling , and the sky bright blue . Both Capes Matapan and Malea bold , rocky promontories , not unworthy to be the outposts of so famous a country . Stood in , somewhat near the shore , to please the ladies .
We could perceive through the glasses a rude hut on the south-east face of Cape Malea , which is next Matapan , and I fancied I could make out a human figure : the captain says it is the old Greek hermit , who resides there , and signals every passing ship for a supply of biscuit .
La Belle Catherine , Miss P—— , was urgent in her entreaties to be permitted to go on shore and visit him , but her brother would not hear of it , as the weather was not sufficiently favourable . 8 th . —Caught glimpses of various clusters of little islands to east ' ard . It is a curious sensation to a landsman , this sighting land , and then gliding away to some fresh coast . I can imagine that a sea life might become most attractive .
At sunset wind still high : Ealconero bearing north , just visible ; Milo , south east . 9 th . —Eirst intelligence this morning that we had been driven at least twenty-five miles to leeward of our course . Herr Muller and the Hon . Charles Augustus horridly sick ; Lady 0- ¦ not comfortable ;
self quite well , and rejoicing over the sufferers in a savage manner . Towards evening all better : ran by Paulo Bello . Greek coast , bearing away to the left , showed in rough , stern mountains running up into lofty peaks . The towns gathered in white clusters on their dark sides . Wind drew round to south'ard and west ' ard .
11 th . —Past Mitylene , and on our left the entrance to the Gulf of Athens , with Euboea and Tenedos before us ; while on the right wo caught a glimpse of the snowy heights of Mount Ida . Little German in raptures , quoting Greek , and otherwise unintelligible . At sunset was pointed out Mount Athos , but couldn't see it . Daylight , alas ! failed us as we entered the Bardatiell . es .
The state of excitement into which Herr Muller worked himself on passing the plains of Troy was wonderful . Ho tliougl . it himself terribly ill treated by Sir Arthur , who refused to cast anchor in order to let him explore them . All we could make out of the famous castles of Europe and Asia , as we sailed past in the twilight , was a dim vision of two glaringly