16th january.—The wind being fair we sailed for Cadiz in the “General Wolfe” Merchant ship, Captain Bound, having as companions Messrs Arbuthnot, Gooden, Bailey, Knutzen, and a Mr Poppe. Here, in a noisome ship of fish from Newfoundland, did we toss about the Atlantic until Sunday the 22nd. Having doubled Cape St Vincent, the first thing to attract our notice was a fine turtle asleep on the waves; but he escaped being taken. The next day a large whale entertained us by his mode of throwing up the water, at no great distance from the ship. It was midnight when, in the direction that our captain expected to make Cadiz, a light appeared which he mistook for the lighthouse near the town. The ship was then going eight knots an hour and we did not seem to gain upon the light, which shortly afterwards disappeared—and we heard the breakers upon the shore, which greatly alarmed the crew. Captain Bound now put the vessel about, with her head towards the stream; for we found ourselves drawing fast with the current into the straits of Gibraltar. When daylight appeared, the Captain was convinced that—had not this been done at the moment—we must inevitably have been wrecked. The wind, changing a point, brought us safely to anchor in the Bay of Cadiz.