Next morning they
could only complain of sand and a leaky coffee-pot, so I leave them
with a good conscience. The little encampment looked quite
picturesque: the green round tent, the square white tent and the
hut all wrapped up in sails, on a sand hill, looking on the sea and
masking those confounded marshes at the back. One would have
thought the Cagliaritans were in a conspiracy to frighten the two
poor fellows, who (I believe) will be safe enough if they do not go
into the marshes after nightfall. S- brought a little dog to amuse
them, such a jolly, ugly little cur without a tail, but full of
fun; he will be better than quinine.
'The wind drove a barque, which had anchored near us for shelter,
out to sea. We started, however, at 2 P.M., and had a quick
passage but a very rough one, getting to Bona by daylight [on the
11th]. Such a place as this is for getting anything done! The
health boat went away from us at 7.30 with W- on board; and we
heard nothing of them till 9.
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