15 October 1849 – 21 October 1849

'Steamer coming ! seen cross- ing the bay,' hurry to boat, with Manx kitten in a basket (G. declares it was stolen from him). Men pull fast, one swinging a lantern for signal — ' She mayn't wait for you ! ' — ' She's brought to ! ' Alongside, I tumble up, boxes ditto ; one of the men — ' You were very near being left behind.' Saloon, chat. On deck, Ramsey light in the distance, Point of Ayr brilliant. Good-bye ! Manx kitten escapes and is recovered after an excit- ing hunt. Close to Mull of Galloway. Talk with Captain C. Below, all turned in but Mr. L. Mr. F. shows his jolly red John Browdie face over the edge of his berth. Next to him a drunken gentleman trying hard to repeat — She walks the water like a-a-a thingolife. As if t'dare (stage whisper) th' el'ments, t'strife. I turn in, drest. In the morning some one asks, * Steward, where are we now ^ ' Steward (aggrieved, with an Ulster accent) : ' Ah, it's a shame for you to be always asking me questions ! You haven't given me a bit a' pace the whole night.' ' I only asked you once.* * You've been askin' me all night.' It was human, and not a bit insolent. Can an Englishman of the serving class assert himself without insolence ,'' Five in the morning, off Portrush, Mr. F. up and others. Drunken gentleman lowered over the side into a boat. I turn to sleep again, till I hear, ' within four miles of Derry,' when up and on deck to a cold fine morning and beautiful broad river. Land at wharf, car to inn, walk up town and back to breakfast. Then railway, and with my cousin Sam Watt to Strabane. Sims's Hotel, greet and am greeted by various — all seems as if it had happened already.