It's becoming wearisome

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It is daily becoming more wearisome remaining so long in harbour; at last I have nothing more to do. Every thing is on board & we only wait for the present wind to blow cease & we shall then sail.

This morning it blew a very heavy gale from that unlucky point SW. The Beagle struck her Top Gallant masts & veered her yards to the wind.

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This page contains a single entry by Charles Darwin published on December 12, 1831 12:17 PM.

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