Letters From High Latitudes
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Our start has not been prosperous. Yesterday evening,
on
passing Carlisle, a telegraphic message was put into my
hand, announcing the fact of the “Foam” having
been
obliged to put into Holyhead, in consequence of the
sudden
illness of my Master. As the success of our
expedition
entirely depends on our getting off before the season is
further advanced, you can understand how disagreeable it
is to have received this check at its very outset.
As
yet, of course, I know nothing of the nature of the
illness with which he has been seized. However, I
have
ordered the schooner to proceed at once to Oban, and I
have sent back the Doctor to Holyhead to overhaul the
sick man. It is rather early in the day for him to
enter
upon the exercise of his functions.
