23rd January.  We were so near Patagonia that we could distinctly make out the outline of the coast.

26th January.  We still kept near the land.  In 50 degrees South lat. we saw the chalky mountains of Patagonia.  Today we passed the Falkland Islands, which stretched from 51 to 52 degrees South lat.  We did not see them, however, as we kept as near the land as possible, in order not to miss the Straits of Magellan.  For some days the captain had been studying an English book, which, in his opinion, clearly proved that the passage through the Straits of Magellan was far less dangerous and far shorter than that round Cape Horn.  I asked him how it happened that other sailors knew nothing of this valuable book, and why all vessels bound for the western coast of America went round Cape Horn?  He could give me no other answer than that the book was very dear, and that that was the reason no one bought it. {60}

To me this bold idea of the captain’s was extremely welcome.  I already pictured in my mind the six-feet tall Patagonians putting off to us in their boats; I saw myself taking their mussels, plants, ornaments, and weapons in exchange for coloured ribbons and handkerchiefs; while, to render my satisfaction complete, the captain said that he should land at Port Famine (a Patagonian haven) to supply the injured portion of our mainmast.  How thankful was I, in secret, to the storm for having reduced our ship to her present condition.

Too soon, however, were all my flattering hopes and dreams dispelled.  On the 27th of January the latitude and longitude were taken, and it was then found that the Straits of Magellan were twenty-seven minutes (or nautical miles) behind us, but as we were becalmed, the captain promised, in case a favourable wind should spring up, to endeavour to return as far as the Straits.

I placed no more confidence in this promise, and I was right.  About noon a scarcely perceptible breeze sprang up, which the captain, in high spirits, pronounced a favourable one—­for rounding Cape Horn.  If he had ever really intended to pass through the Straits, he would only have had to cruise about for a few hours, for the wind soon changed and blew directly in the desired direction.

28th January.  We were constantly so near Terra del Fuego that we could make out every bush with the naked eye.  We could have reached the land in an hour, without retarding our voyage in the least, for we were frequently becalmed; but the captain would not consent, as the wind might spring up every instant.

The coast appeared rather steep, but not high; the foreground was composed of meagre pasture alternating with tracts of sand, and in the background were ranges of woody hills, beyond which rose snow-covered mountains.  On the whole, the country struck me as being much more inhabitable than the Island of Iceland, which I had visited a year and a half previously.  The temperature, too, must here be higher, as even at sea we had 54 degrees 5’ and 59 degrees Fah.