Mayers. 12 June 1891 had not been tried we should have had to bring the prisoner with us, and so it made us how him our decision to have two crying and quarrelling men aboard. I had intended to stamp up myself, but the money was eventually raised by a complicated system of borrowing amongst the villagers, and the two lads went out and had another row. As we headed away from the strong land behind the dim in through the two lads had beaten us round and I made 8 A. to go back and confront them all, but he had caught his turn and was deaf to my entreaties to him to do his duty like a man under magistrates. Weys on board as the sun set, and then had dinner and smoked, and debated what we should doil onto Cannonman or some at anchor out before breakfast. I suggested going there, both on the need to cannonman was only a couple of hours walkable, three and he spoke in the morning to do that island. My suggestion has carried us and we started at 8.15 p.m. better took an hour or two to do the journey and it was really as o'clock just morning before we dropped anchor in Chulston Bay of Cannonman. The land was right in our left and a strong lee tide was running, Cannonan. 12 June 1891 as we had to tack pretty frequently. Once we were nearly on some new Catholic island. 8 A & Capt. Van asleep, but I was smoking and I had gone forward to defy the sight of the schooner playing its way across the grave. All at once I saw from a few cable lengths ahead and we were going pretty fast. I sang out heaving ahead, (the Captain put to) the helm shot out with a view to the day's moment carriage to fall off just in time. A long stern & then plains, is tickled ink and an on a dark night a clear head and much local knowledge is necessary to carry a sailing vessel safe enough. He had to tack so often as every woman or placed in chain. Hope (which it is called) that as the lot said: At the critical moment the young fellow had fallen asleep and the Captain started his own on men for a time. When we were clear of the reef the Captain cautioned the sails in language more forcible than nice. In making Chulston Bay we had to sail pretty close to the north western end of the island which is really a tiny formation, with a hill called Faffa Hill near over the ship, in the centre. We ran in too clear and had to tack, but the young sails have lain himself