It was on a wet, dreary, dismal afternoon, toward the end of October 18--, that I found myself _en route_ for Gravesend, to join the clipper ship _City of Cawnpore_, in the capacity of cuddy passenger, bound for Calcutta. The wind was blowing strong from the south-east, and came sweeping along, charged with frequent heavy rain squalls that dashed fiercely against the carriage windows, while the atmosphere was a mere dingy, brownish grey expanse of shapeless vapour, so all-pervading that it shut out not only the entire firmament but also a very considerable portion of the landscape.…
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