July 20, not much today

July 20—Pitching heavily, breeze increasing steadily from ESE. The cloud came on as the sun was lowering to the horizon in the form of a bank which was painted the most delightful rose-red by the dying light; it then rose in the form of an arch, and I expected wind; but the cloud overspread the sky and all we have is this breeze. Barometer rising as rapidly as it fell, and I have been prognosticating a sort of gale in consequence. It was calm last night, cloudy all today. Passed the day working and making observations with Le Vesconte, when the sun did peep out. There is nothing in this day’s journal that will interest or amuse you and I am not in a humour for describing any more messmates.

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