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agrre upon. The deer, hearing the shot, quickly borke into
a run toward the end of the peninsula where they met with new
shots, which killed one of the deer. They turned back, but
here, too, they were met with the same reception. Another one
fell, and the rest threw themselves from the steep bank into
the water, and crossing a small bay, disappeared into the moun-
tains. Loading our booty into the longboat, we first
went to the northern shore of the bay and afterward to the
cape of our first night's camping, observing the next day a
small bay, and spending the night, we returned to our sloop,
where we arrived toward evening of the 24th. We almost lost
three of our sailors during our last night out. Lacking
water, the captain sent them into a gorge between the moun-
tains with small casks to search for a spring or a stream.
They left long before sunset, but even after its setting, we
waited in vain for their return. The captain started to worry
whether they had lost their way in the mountains, and when it
got completely dark, ordered us to set fire to a laurel tree
on the summit of the highest mountain near our camp, and to
shoot from the falconets every five minutes. But all was
fruitless. The night passed and the men did not return. Then
all the rest of the crew, except two sentries, were sent out
to find the lost ones, first distributing marks of communica-
tion along the nearest mountains. The groupd had not yet de-
pared when we saw our men descending the mountain toward us,
each lugging a cask of water. They said that they had searched
for a spring for a long time and finally found it. It got