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Tom Cringle's Log by Michael Scott
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was very uncommon; the wind was howling over our mast--heads, and amongst
the cedar bushes on the cliffs above, while on deck it was nearly calm, and
there was very little swell, being a weather shore; but half a mile out at
sea all was white foam, and the tumbling waves seemed to meet from north
and south, leaving a space of smooth water under the lee of the island,
shaped like the tail of a comet, tapering away, and gradually roughening
and becoming more stormy, until the roaring billows once more owed
allegiance to the genius of the storm.

There we rode, with three anchors a--head, in safety through the night; and
next day, availing of a temporary lull, we ran up, and anchored off the
Tanks. Three days after this, the American frigate President was brought
in by the Endymion, and the rest of the squadron.

I went on board, in common with every officer in the fleet, and certainly I
never saw a more superb vessel; her scantling was that of a seventy--four,
and she appeared to have been fitted with great cares. I got a week's
leave at this time, and, as I had letters to several families, I contrived
to spend my time pleasantly enough.

Bermuda, as all the world knows, is a cluster of islands in the middle of
the Atlantic. There are Lord knows how many of them, but the beauty of the
little straits and creeks which divide them, no man can describe who has
not seen them. The town of Saint George's, for instance, looks as if the
houses were cut out of chalk; and one evening the family where I was on a
visit proceeded to the main island, Hamilton, to attend a ball there. We
had to cross three ferries, although the distance was not above nine miles,
if so far. The Mudian women are unquestionably beautiful--so thought T
homas Moore, a tolerable judge, before me. By the by, touching this Mudian
ball, it was a very gay affair--the women pleasant and beautiful; but all
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