Day 321. Flying fish and salt horse: a seafaring tale
16th June 1860:
Saturday 16th. The sow pigged eleven, two of which was dead, the other nine lively and doing well but the Capt had them taken from her and put to her to suck. Going 6 knots. Pumps carefully attended. The sick man worse, a complete Maniac, and so thin, he is a mere skeleton in fact. One hand keeps watch over him night and day.
There is another pig on board obviously, who has now had piglets. Richard seems to take an interest in all the livestock on board ship.
There doesn’t seem much hope for the sick man, though someone sits with him all the time. Cape Horn is probably not a good place to be sick.