During the time we remained stationary, the Bottle, I am sorry to say, kept going Round.  All the excursionists except myself got half seas over, and when we resumed our voyage the steersman had fallen asleep, so the vessel left a Wake behind her which was extremely crooked.

We anchored that night outside Sandy Hook, and next morning cast our lines overboard, and commenced fishing.  Our success in that Line was astounding, not to say embarrassing.  We commenced to take Fish on an unparalleled Scale.  Dog Fish and Stingarees were hauled over the side without intermission.  The former is a kind of small shark.  As they will Swallow anything, we Took them In very fast Although extremely voracious, they are so simple that if it were not for their size they would fell an easy prey to the Sea Gull, which, in spite of its name, is a very Wide Awake bird.  Stingarees are fish of much more Penetration—­their sharp tails slashing everything that comes in their way.  These natural weapons, which have been furnished them by Providence as a means of defence in their Extremity, cut through a fellow’s trousers like paper.  The interesting creatures cut up so that we kindly consigned them, together with the dog fish, to their native element, having first benevolently knocked them on the head.  Changing our location for a change of luck, we captured a superb mess of sea robins and toad fish.  This satisfied us.  So we pulled up anchor, not Hankering for any more such sport, and left the Hook, very glad to Hook It.  We didn’t have any of our toadies or robbins cooked, as those “spoils of ocean,” although interesting as marine curiosities, are not considered good to eat, but each man had a Broil, as the Sun was very hot, and as CHOWLES remarked, “brought out the Gravy.”  That night we turned in, having been turned inside out all day.  Next morning we reached home.  The skipper presented his Bill in the course of the day.  Although extremely exorbitant, we paid it without a murmur, being too much exhausted from casting up accounts ourselves, to bring him to Book for his misconduct.  Such is the sad experience of

Yours Reverentially,

CHINCAPEN.

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The Pillar of Salt (Lake.)

Lot’s (of) Wife.

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