I reefed the sails, then hauled in my sea-anchor, and setting what canvas the sloop could carry, headed her away for Monhegan light, which she made before daylight on the morning of the 8th.

The wind being free, I ran on into Round Pond harbor, which is a little port east from Pemaquid.

Here I rested a day, while the wind rattled among the pine-trees on shore.

But the following day was fine enough, and I put to sea, first writing up my log from Cape Ann, not omitting a full account of my adventure with the whale.
[Illustration: "'No dorg nor no cat.'"] The _Spray_, heading east, stretched along the coast among many islands and over a tranquil sea.

At evening of this day, May 10, she came up with a considerable island, which I shall always think of as the Island of Frogs, for the _Spray_ was charmed by a million voices.
From the Island of Frogs we made for the Island of Birds, called Gannet Island, and sometimes Gannet Rock, whereon is a bright, intermittent light, which flashed fitfully across the _Spray's_ deck as she coasted along under its light and shade.