You will receive the St. James's account of this day from Nepean.
The Lady Nepean hurled her old timbers along under close-reefed maintopsail, and a rag of a foresail only.
Mr. Nepean, I think, has indeed opened himself at last, and given a pretty plain clew to their disposition not to support you.
It comes sixty-three miles from the Nepean River and is stored in a huge reservoir.
Every where on that side of the Nepean, the soil was found to be good, and the ground eligible for cultivation.
