Sea-birds.

The sea-birds held their holiday in the stormy gale.  The lordly and graceful Albatross, whose motion is a very melody, swept screaming by upon the blast.  The smaller Cape pigeons followed us fast, passing and repassing across the vessel’s track.  At last one of them spies a fragment on the waters, which has been thrown overboard:  a moment it hovers above, then plunges down.  But the other birds have seen it too; and all, pouncing on the spot, move their wings confusedly and seem to run along the waters with a rapid and eager motion.  Now is there discord wild amongst them.  A screaming and diving, swimming and running, mingled with a chattering noise.  No sooner does one gain the morsel than another tears it from him.  Who will be the victor here?  The Albatross; for he sweeps triumphantly over all, swoops down, and with a scream scares off the timid little multitude; whilst high above his head he holds his arching wings; and now in pride and beauty he sits upon the waters and, drifting fast astern, gradually fades in the twilight.

What wonder that a sailor is superstitious!  Separated in early youth from his home ere he has forgotten the ghost stories of childhood, and whilst the young and simple heart still loves to dwell upon the marvellous, he is placed in such scenes as these:  in the dark night, amidst the din of waves and storms, he hears wild shrieks upon the air, and by him float huge forms, dim and mysterious, from which fancy is prone to build strange phantoms; and oft from aged sailors he gathers legends and wondrous tales suited to his calling; whilst the narrator’s mysterious tone and earnest voice and manner attest how firmly he himself believes the story.

Arrival at the Cape.  Hire the Lynher.

September 21.

We came in sight of land yesterday evening, and spent the greater part of the day in beating up False Bay to Simonstown, where we arrived about half-past six P.M.  I instantly landed in a shore-boat with Lieutenant Lushington and Mr. Walker; and, having first hurried to Admiral Sir P. Campbell with some letters I had to him, we forthwith started to ride to Cape Town.  Finding that a vessel for our expedition could be procured here more readily and economically than at Swan River I determined on making this my point of departure, and after diligent enquiry I finally hired the Lynher, a schooner of about 140 tons, Henry Browse master, and subsequently found every reason to be satisfied, both with the little vessel and her commander.

Equipment and plans.  Sail for Hanover bay.

My time was now wholly occupied in completing the preparations for our future proceedings.  I increased my party by a few additional hands of good character, and thought myself fortunate in engaging amongst them Thomas Ruston, a seaman who had already served on the Australian coast under Captain King.  On the 12th October I with great difficulty got my affairs at Cape Town so arranged as to be able to embark in the evening, and on the morning of the 13th we hove anchor and made sail.