At sea ~ The weather is very misty. At three this morning we were off Tuskan light opposite Wexford, from there we ran in the fog to Holyhead reaching it at one this afternoon. The fog lifted just in time to show us its rocky shore, only a few hundred yard ahead of us, and this rather startling one, was the first glimpse we got of merry England! We are now only forty miles from Liverpool and we expected to be there today.
Soon after passing Holyhead the Liverpool pilot came onboard and informed us that he could only take us to the entrance of the harbor where we should have to “lay to” for the night the water being too low to admit of our crossing the bar until another tide. So here we are under easy sail to use up the time. We have been hailed lately by several pilot boats and some towboats. When the pilots see us on board, the usual salutation is, “how many feet have you got?” It appears it depends on the number of feet of water the vessel draws, what price can be claimed for pilotage. Captain Knowles is much relieved in being able to resign the charge of his vessel to the pilot. He is worn out with the toil and anxiety of directing the course through this fog.
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