The wind held good, and filled our slender canvas.

The pilot's charts deceived not; nor did friend or enemy stand across our path.
Before night we had swept round the rock and found the channel of the Forth, up which, on a favouring tide, we dropped quietly that evening; and at nightfall let go our anchor with grateful hearts, albeit weary bodies, in Leith Roads, where for a season the _Misericorde_ and we had rest from our labours..