13th April 1833

[Patagonia Cliffs]

Coast of Patagonia
In the morning we were off the mouth of the Rio Negro. Nothing was to be seen of the Schooner. In vain we endeavoured, by firing a gun & hoisting a pilot signal to procure intelligence from the shore. We suppose the sea on the bar prevented the pilot from coming out. Thus during the whole day we continued to cruize backwards & forwards. It was exceedingly annoying; as every one was most anxious to hear that Wickham & his party were all well. The coast is like, what we saw so much of, about Bahia Bianca, either sandy dunes, or a horizontal line of low cliffs.

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