The Ghost of a Live Man

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​⁠We were in the South Atlantic Ocean, in the latitude of the island of Fernando Norohna, about 40 degrees 12 minutes south, on board the barque H. G. Johnson, homeward bound from Australia. I was the only passenger, and we had safely rounded Cape Horn, with the barometer at 28 degrees 18 minutes, and yet had somehow miraculously escaped any extremely heavy gale—had had light northerly and easterly