The Quarterly of the Texas State Historical Association, Volume 13, July 1909 - April, 1910 Page: 49
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J. C. Clopper's Journal and Book of Memoranda for 1828. 49
no appetite for anything Looking at poor Gregg upon whose for-
lorn dejected countenance a smile had not dared to appear since
his first greetings with the ocean. Strove all of us to rally each
other on the comparative excellencies of this Christmas day's
amusements pleasures and social happiness with the fair-saw some
sea-folwl that seemed to, have been driven off by the stormy winds-
another unpleasant night is laboured through-sail on all Wednes-
day without any remarkable occurrence-saw some large trees
which we determined should be and saluted them as old neighbours
from the forests of Ohio and Kentucky-they were driving along
with a fine breeze and strong current towards the shores of Texas
tho' too tardily for us and we were again without a neighbour-
our dogs three in number all sick and refuse to eat-but fight
continually from pure peervishness.
Thursday morning feel a return of appetite feel a freshness in
the breeze-the sea is of a green cast-about 9 o'clock the joyful
cry of land is echoed round the deck strain the eye and discern
the breakers at the shore-great flocks of geese and ducks fly over
us-think it to be Galveston island-coast along within sight-
while sitting at breakfast a sudden squall of wind and heavy rain
take us and turn over dishes and drench the whole of us-thought
once we should capsize ere the sailors could furl sails wind lulls
in about an hour and rain ceased-clouds and fog disperse and we
have a beautiful afternoon. Still in sight of land-come to an
anchor early in the evening in 10 fathom water powerful current
running parallel with the land. Saw the sun as he appeared in
the act of engulphing himself-shortly after the lovely star of even-
ing gracefully descended the horizon after him and bathed her
golden locks in the western tides; "whilst high amidst her silent
orb the silver moon rolled clear"-the breeze was bland and the
surface of the waters unruffled-there was a magnificence in this
scenery, an imposing grandeur that seemed to rivet the soul and
interest it to exercise all its faculties in contemplation of Him
who arrayed them in all their splendour and gave to each his
mighty energies-there was a correspondent calmness on the mind
-all was quietude-the Captn had gone to his repose when about
9 o'clock the wind suddenly rose the Captn. was called and told
the wind was favourable for sailing. The anchor is weighed-
the sails set and we scud away-in about 15 minutes encounter a
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