DECEMBER 11.
A dead centipes was found on the deck, supposed to have mad
its way on board during the last voyage, among the logwood.
This is not the only species of disagreeable passengers who are
in the habit of introducing themselves into homeward-bound
vessels without leave. While sleeping on deck last year the captain
felt something run across his face, and supposing it to be a
cockroach, he brushed off a scorpion; but not without its firs
biting him upon the cheek: the pain for about four hours was
excessive; but although he did no more than wash the wound
with spirits, he was perfectly well again in a couple of days.
