A Steam Voyage down the Danube, Vol. 2 of 2 by Michael J. Quin

Voyage to Vourla -- The British Fleet -- The _Portland_ -- Captain Price -- My hammock -- Bocca Silota -- Cape Colonna -- Greece enslaved -- Greece free -- Greek Climate -- Reign of mind -- Thracian poetry -- The great Heaven -- Olympus -- The gods -- Fatalism -- Death -- Predictions -- Inspiration -- Tokens of woe -- Immortality -- Superstitions -- Homer -- Christianity.

There were several Englishmen, French, and Americans, at Madame Maracini's table where I joined them at dinner. I soon after retired to bed, and slept until five o'clock the next morning, having kept a lamp lighted all night, lest I might be "wanting to myself. " When I rose, paid my short account at Madame's, very much to her regret that it was not "a little longer," and was "off" with all my baggage for the _Hinde_. We sailed at half-past seven for Vourla, every body on-board being "quite convinced," that the _Portland_ had gone. In about an hour and a half, we arrived within telescopic view of the fleet, when I heard a young gentleman, who was on the look-out, announce that a ship was getting under weigh. Every telescope on-board was immediately in requisition, and in a few minutes it was agreed on all hands that the ship, which had already proceeded on her first tack to depart from the gulph, was no other than the _Portland_, which "of course" had already gone -- which _must_ have gone -- which was under immediate orders and could not have avoided obeying those orders in spite of wind and weather!