Monday, September 4th 1854 ~ At sea

At sea ~ The Captain came down to breakfast this morning in fine spirits, his good honest features beaming with pleasure for the wind is fair! And we are running due East. We were much frightened last evening by the cry “man overboard” but it was scarcely an instant before he caught a rope and was safely drawn up. He fell from a loft, struck off by the flapping of a sail. We had a squall at dinner time that carried away a spar.