Miles Wallingford

Chapter 20

"Och! botheration--'T is a beautiful coost

All made up of rocks and deep bays;

Ye may sail up and down, a marvellous host,

And admire all its beautiful ways."

Irish Song.

Little did we, or could we, anticipate all that lay before us. The wind

held at north-west until the ship had got within twenty miles of the Welsh

coast; then, it came out light, again, at the southward. We were now so

near Liverpool, that I expected, every hour, to make some American bound

in. None was seen, notwithstanding, and we stood up channel, edging over

towards the Irish coast at the same time, determined to work our way to

the northward as well as we could. This sort of weather continued for two

days and nights, during which we managed to get up as high as Whitehaven,

when the wind came dead ahead,