our Distress, the Tide was driving in, and consequently must drive us fast to visible Destruction.  A State so evident, that one of our Sailors, whom great Experience had render’d more sensible of our present Danger, was preparing to save one, by lashing himself to the main Mast, against the expected Minute of Desolation.  He was about that melancholy Work, in utter Despair of any better Fortune, when, as loud as ever he could bawl, he cry’d out, a Point, a Point of Wind.  To me, who had had too much of it, it appear’d like the Sound of the last Trump; but to the more intelligent Crew, it had a different Sound.  With Vigour and Alacrity they started from their Prayers, or their Despair, and with all imaginable Speed, unlash’d the Rudder, and hoisted all their Sails.  Never sure in Nature did one Minute produce a greater Scene of Contraries.  The more skilful Sailors took Courage at this happy Presage of Deliverance.  And according to their Expectation did it happen; that heavenly Point of Wind deliver’d us from the Jaws of those Breakers, ready open to devour us; and carrying us out to the much more wellcome wide Sea, furnished every one in the Ship with Thoughts, as distant as we thought our Danger.

We endeavoured to make Port Passage; but our Ship became unruly, and would not answer her Helm; for which Reason we were glad to go before the Wind, and make for the Harbour of Saint Jean de Luz.  This we attain’d without any great Difficulty, and to the Satisfaction of all, Sailors as well as Passengers, we there cast Anchor, after the most terrible Storm (as all the oldest Sailors agreed) and as much Danger as ever People escap’d.

Here I took notice, that the Sailors buoy’d up their Cables with Hogsheads; enquiring into the Reason of which, they told me, that the Rocks at the Bottom of the Harbour were by Experience found to be so very sharp, that they would otherwise cut their Cables asunder.  Our Ship was obliged to be drawn up into the Dock to be refitted; during which, I lay in the Town, where nothing of Moment, or worth reciting, happen’d.

I beg Pardon for my Errors; the very Movements of Princes must always be considerable, and consequently worth Recital.  While the Ship lay in the Dock, I was one Evening walking upon the Bridge, with the little Island near it, (which I have before spoke of) and had a little Spanish Dog along with me, when at the further End I spy’d a Lady, and three or four Gentlemen in Company; I kept on my Pace of Leisure, and so did they; but when I came nearer, I found they as much out number’d me in the Dog, as they did in the human Kind.  And I soon experienced to my Sorrow, that their Dogs, by their Fierceness and Ill-humour, were Dogs of Quality; having, without Warning, or the least Declaration of War, fallen upon my little Dog, according to pristine Custom, without any honourable Regard to Size, Interest or Number.  However the good Lady, who, by the Privilege