Sunday. An unfortunate shark was rash enough to swallow a piece of pork with a hook and chain attached. After affording much sport he died. [Sidenote: Feb. 22.] Crossing the “Line,” Neptune shaved 160 victims. Sent letters by the _Dale Park_. Odd that _Dale Park_ should be close to Watergate. [Sidenote: Feb. 26.] Cases of smallpox recovering. [Sidenote: Mar. 18.] Our run to-day 235 miles. [Sidenote: Mar. 21.] Broke up quarantine establishment, three weeks having elapsed since the recovery of the last case of smallpox. 10 P.M.--Anchored in Simon’s Bay. [Sidenote: Mar. 22.] _Apollo_, _Belleisle_, and _Sapphire_ here with 98th Regiment--Colonel Colin Campbell--and other troops for China. [Sidenote: Mar. 23.] Drove tandem to Cape Town with Gran. Loch. The Farmers Peck alive and well. [Sidenote: Mar. 24.] No end of kindness and attention from old friends. Breakfasted with the Lorentzs; called on the General and Judge Burton, with whom I stayed on landing from the _Tweed_ in 1828. [Sidenote: Mar. 26.] Finding a vessel sailing for Mauritius, took leave of dear old Frank Sheridan; put him on board and sailed. Rifle practice at albatrosses, which must be cruising full 1600 miles from land. Cold, pleasant weather. [Sidenote: Mar. 27.] A pleasant gale, scudding under close-reefed main topsail. [Sidenote: April 1.] As many fools to-day as there were yesterday. [Sidenote: April 5.] My _Dido_ fast, but very wet, shipping seas fore and aft. Hatches battened down. 4 P.M.--Arrived within limits of East Indian station, having passed 66th degree of longitude. [Sidenote: April 6.] Shot a large gull, which measured 7 feet from tip to tip of wings; it was not an albatross. [Sidenote: April 11.] Our run to-day 262 miles. [Sidenote: April 18.] Last evening my old friend Bulman fell through a small hatchway and broke a rib; had him put into a cot in my cabin (he never left it alive). [Sidenote: April 24.] Daylight made Christmas Island, having run 5500 miles without seeing land. Towards evening several boobies settled about the rigging. One vomited a large flying-fish, which Jim Hunt cooked and devoured. [Sidenote: April 26.] Java Head at last. More than three long months from Plymouth; and to think that ours should be considered a quick passage! [Sidenote: April 27.] In the straits of Sunda. [Sidenote: April 29.] Last night, while running to the northward with a light three-knot breeze, a most curious and unaccountable noise was heard, apparently from outside; it lasted two hours. Carpenter examined, but it baffled every attempt at discovery. [Sidenote: April 30.] My worthy old friend Bulman departed this life. In him I have lost a real friend. I never knew a more honourable man in the strictest sense of the word. [Sidenote: May 1.] Read funeral service and committed poor Bulman’s remains to the deep, marines firing three volleys. [Sidenote: May 7.]