On Friday, September the 4th, we embarked on the steamer Volturno, employed by the French Messageries Imperiales, and in three days more we were at Marseilles, having no care on our minds except that abominable deceitful compass, which we had mislaid somewhere and could not now examine; but its inexplicable behaviour exercised my mind fearfully.
Szeptember 4-én felszálltunk a Volturne francia postahajóra, és három napra rá Marseille-be értünk. Egyetlen gondolat foglalkoztatott útközben: az az átkozott iránytű.