Ten or twelve ships, some of them East Indiamen of the largest size, were pursuing the same route as ourselves.
On the morning of the 3rd of November, the sea had already lost its own beautiful colour, and taken that of the dirty yellow Ganges.
Towards evening we had approached pretty close to the mouths of this monster river, for some miles previous to our entering which, the water had a sweet flavour.

I filled a glass from the holy stream, and drank it to the health of all those near and dear to me at home.
At 5 o'clock in the afternoon, we cast anchor before Kadscheri, at the entrance of the Ganges, it being too late to proceed to Calcutta, which is sixty nautical miles distant.

The stream at this point was several miles broad, so that the dark line of only one of its banks was to be seen.
4th November.

In the morning we entered the Hoogly, one of the seven mouths of the Ganges.

A succession of apparently boundless plains lay stretched along on both sides of the river.