To-day one of the boatswains caught with a hook two bonitos. They are
as large as the largest mackerel; the flesh hard. We are to dine upon
them to-morrow; but what shall we do for lettuce? Every now and then
we are made to feel that there are some good things on land. But we
are as often reminded what a barren region these deep waters are. They
evidently were not designed to support human life. Instead of abounding
in articles of food, we do not find any, except by accident, till we
draw near to rocks, or run upon soundings.