As for starvation, the box of biscuits will last us both for a week or more; and they stand little chance of taking us by surprise, for one of us is always on the watch whilst the other sleeps.

They spent last night in drinking.

Railton's voice was very loud at times, and I could hear Colliver singing his infernal song-- "'Sing hey! for the dead man's lips, my lads.' "That man must be a fiend incarnate.

I have but little time to write, and between every word have to look about for signs of the mutineers.
I wonder whither they are steering us.
"Oct.

8th .-- A rough day evidently, by the way in which the vessel is pitching, but I expect the crew are for the most part drunk.