77427 HAN LINKAAT Bright fund DISTRICT OF MASSACHUSETTS, TO WI1: District Clerk's Office. BE it remembered, that on the eleventh day of January, A. D. 1830, in the fiftyfourth year of the Independence of the United States of America, Carter and Hendee, of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors in the words following, to wit: "Sketches, by a Traveller. "His eye must see, his foot each spot must tread Where sleeps the dust of earth's recorded dead, Pillar and pyramid, in age sublime, The pagan's temple and the Christian's tower, War's bloodiest plain and wisdom's greenest bower; All that his wonder waked in school-boy themes, All that his fancy fired, in youthful dreams." In conformity to the act of the Congress of the United States, entitled, An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned;' and also to an act, entitled An act supplementary to an act, entitled "An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned;" and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.' JNO. W. DAVIS, Clerk of the District of Massachusetts. PREFACE. THE following Letters, etc. were written by the same person, and originally appeared in the New England Galaxy, and Boston Courier; some amendments, however, have been made, and many, it may be, are required. But as the writer was indebted for some parts, to the journal of a friend, he cannot be responsible for any errors but his own; and therefore he cannot claim for all his sketches the authority of a guide-book. The articles were written merely for a newspaper, without thought of other publication-would that they were better. LETTERS FROM A MARINER. NO. I. SIR-In complying with your request, I shall need all your indulgence. The duty of a sailor is too hard, and his deficiency in general knowledge too great, to enable him to describe well, even his own wanderings. My journal is but a log-book, filled with the courses of the winds and the aspect of the skies. It was commenced in my sixteenth year, when, impelled by a thirst for adventure which amounted to a passion, I shipped myself as a green hand, for a long voyage. On the 22d day of April, we sailed from Boston in a good ship, bound for the Northwest coast of America. On the first day of May, a sail was discovered bearing down upon us from the western quarter, and in three hours she passed under our stern, hailing under English colors, as from New Providence. She was well armed and manned, yet, making ourselves a warlike show, we feigned courage, and parted company with a decided dislike to her countenance. The first land made was the island of St Anthony, one of the Capes de Verde. Here we took the N. E. |