Monday 2d. —The following morning I found we were in something like a mess. The ship had drifted far up the bay, a very thick fog hid all the land from view, excepting now and then portions which resembled none we had seen last night or on the previous evening, and the breeze had changed right in upon us. All we could do therefore was to tack and tack in short boards, and with an anxious eye look out for any hidden danger. Whether we were on the inland side of that western opening at the end of the bay through which and beyond which it is supposed another sea might be found, or on the eastern side of it, we could not tell. And, truth to say, for myself I would have been as well pleased as not to have found myself there under any other circumstances than the present, my time not being my own, nor possessing power to attempt anything new or requiring energy in the execution. I had long had a wish to enter upon those unknown inland seas and traverse their length and breadth to their termination; and never could there have been a finer opportunity than the present for it. But now our every effort was needed to get us out of the bay, while we might have the means, before any heavy gale came on, or the current set us too far up.