Leaving Namoa, and sailing up the coast towards Amoy, the stranger is continually struck with the barren rocky nature of the coast, and in some parts has a view of hills of sand, the particles of which, when a hurricane blows, mix with the wind, and whiten the ropes of vessels and render it most unpleasant to be in the vicinity.

He’s really bitchy in the morning.

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These insects were not uncommon beneath stones. I found one cannibal scorpion quietly devouring another.