At an early hour the next morning, the Dolphin and we got under weigh, with a northerly breeze, and rounding Berry Head stood for Froward Point, at the eastern side of Dartmouth Harbour.  We had to keep at a distance from it, to avoid a reef of rocks which runs off that part of the coast.  The entrance of Dartmouth Harbour is picturesque, with high rocks on both sides.  It is, or rather once was, guarded by a castle on either hand.  That on Dartmouth is still held as a military post.  The castle on the King's Wear side is now fitted up as a private residence. In the days of Edward the Fourth the men of Dartmouth received thirty pounds a year on condition of their building a mighty defensive tower, and extending a long chain to reach across to King's Wear.  Running up the Dart, we came to an anchor opposite the town, which stands on a level space.  Few rivers in England have so picturesque an entrance as the Dart, the scenery of which, though less bold as we proceeded higher up, is very pretty.