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made some fruitless attempts at catching
them.

Monday July 27th
A very pleasant day with steady west-
erly wind; ship going seven knots an
hour: about 950 mils out from [[New
York]]. So far we are informed by the
officers of the ship, they have made
less progress than in any voyage
previously made by the ship. We are
all getting impatient to get to [[London]].
[[Steve]], the cook bets we will do it inside
of twenty-five days from New York.

Tuesday July 28th
Fine day; good westerly wind; still hold
on at seven knots.

Wednesday, July 29
Another fine day, westerly wind. We
are now and have been for some
days completely alone upon the
trackless deep; we have not been
cheered by the sight of solitary sail
and it is now desolation itself
and we feel ourselves cut off from the world.

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