then covered with them: but of ſix which we killed, and of four ſecured along ſide, the weather proved ſo bad, that we could only ſave the bodies of two fiſh, and one head.
We beat to windward off Mocha for ſeveral days, during which time we ſaw a great number of whales, but killed no more than two, of which we ſaved one. Several of my people getting hurt in flinching them[1], and others breaking out in boils from the bad ſtate of the weather, I was obliged to purſue my voyage; but, by ordering the ſick two oranges every day per perſon, with a large glaſs of lime juice and water every morning, they ſoon recovered, as well as thoſe alſo who were hurt in whaling.
I place Mocha Iſland in Latitude 38° 24′, and Longitude 75° 00′. It is of a height to be ſeen at the diſtance of fifteen or ſixteen leagues in clear weather, and on approaching it, its ſummit appears rugged. It is about three or four leagues in length, laying in a North and South direction by compaſs. The Northern part of the iſland deſcends gradually into a low, ſandy point, or long tongue of land, on which is a rock or croſs, that has the ſemblance of a ſail. The South point, at the diſtance we were, appeared to end in a more abrupt manner, and there
- ↑ This expreſſion is uſed for taking off the fat from the fiſh.
