After sailing on N.W. by N. with a fresh gale at S.E., about six days,
we found, at a great distance, a large promontory or cape of land,
pushing out a long way into the sea, and as we were exceeding fond of
seeing what was beyond the cape, we resolved to double it before we took
into harbour, so we kept on our way, the gale continuing, and yet it
was four days more before we reached the cape. But it is not possible
to express the discouragement and melancholy that seized us all when
we came thither; for when we made the headland of the cape, we were
surprised to see the shore fall away on the other side as much as it had
advanced on this side, and a great deal more; and that, in short, if we
would venture over to the shore of Africa, it must be from hence, for
that if we went further, the breadth of the sea still increased, and to
what breadth it might increase we knew not.
While we mused upon this discovery, we were surprised with very bad
weather, and especially violent rains, with thunder and lightning,
most unusually terrible to us. In this pickle we run for the shore, and
getting under the lee of the cape, run our frigates into a little creek,
where we saw the land overgrown with trees, and made all the haste
possible to get on shore, being exceeding wet, and fatigued with the
heat, the thunder, lightning, and rain.
Here we thought our case was very deplorable indeed, and therefore our
artist, of whom I have spoken so often, set up a great cross of wood on
the hill which was within a mile of the headland, with these words, but
in the Portuguese language:--
"Point Desperation. Jesus have mercy."
We set to work immediately to build us some huts, and to get our clothes
dried; and though I was young and had no skill in such things, yet I
shall never forget the little city we built, for it was no less, and we
fortified it accordingly; and the idea is so fresh in my thought, that I
cannot but give a short description of it.
Our camp was on the south side of a little creek on the sea, and under
the shelter of a steep hill, which lay, though on the other side of
the creek, yet within a quarter of a mile of us, N.W. by N., and very
happily intercepted the heat of the sun all the after part of the day.
The spot we pitched on had a little fresh water brook, or a stream
running into the creek by us; and we saw cattle feeding in the plains
and low ground east and to the south of us a great way.
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