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Wednesday Morning, May 9th—a day of Horror …
after two long frightful, fruitless struggles …
I remained still three quarters of an hour … with
pains and sore uneasinesses, and indescribable desires …
Thurs. May 10th/—pretty well—… we catch large Turtles/
beautiful, indeed heavenly Sunset … of a delicious Marone, a
mulberry red—& this dying away into a rich smoky yellow-green/
above it the new moon/—The double Path … of white light
from the Reflection of the Sails to each Ship in the daytime,
a pleasant Image …