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The weather to day felt just like an Autumnal day in England. In the evening the wind freshened & a thick fog came on. These are very frequent in the neighbourhead of the Plata, & we are only now about 50 miles from the Mouth. The night was dirty & squally: we were surrounded by Penguins & Seals which made such odd noises that in the middle watch Mr Chaffers went below to report to Mr Wickham that he heard cattle lowing on shore.
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