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In all the space of our voyage from the Island of Hispaniola, round about the great hump of America southwards, and through the Straits of Magellan into the South Sea, there fell out nothing worthy of remark -- nothing, I mean, sufficiently noteworthy or fit to be set down in this history.
Accordingly, passing over all this while, I come to the day, when, having beat up round the Cape, at nine leagues' distance we laid the Isle of Juan Fernandez.