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Updated: June 28, 2025
As she came near I saw that the great ship was flying the signals "C B T," which read, "Are there any men-of-war about?" Right under these flags, and larger than the Spray's mainsail, so it appeared, was the yellowest Spanish flag I ever saw. It gave me nightmare some time after when I reflected on it in my dreams.
Had the Spray's mast not been well stepped, however, it would have been "John Walker" when the stay broke. Good work in the building of my vessel stood me always in good stead. On the 23d of June I was at last tired, tired, tired of baffling squalls and fretful cobble-seas. I had not seen a vessel for days and days, where I had expected the company of at least a schooner now and then.
I spent a day taking in wood and water; by the end of that time the weather was fine. Then I sailed from the desolate place. There is little more to be said concerning the Spray's first passage through the strait that would differ from what I have already recorded.
Perhaps my small flags were not made out; anyhow, the Oregon steamed on with a rush, looking for Spanish men-of-war, as I learned afterward. The Oregon's great flag was dipped beautifully three times to the Spray's lowered flag as she passed on. Both had crossed the line only a few hours before.
The mountain of water submerged my vessel She shook in every timber and reeled under the weight of the sea, but rose quickly out of it, and rode grandly over the rollers that followed. It may have been a minute that from my hold in the rigging I could see no part of the Spray's hull.
The work of the lunarian, though seldom practised in these days of chronometers, is beautifully edifying, and there is nothing in the realm of navigation that lifts one's heart up more in adoration. Seventy-two days without a port Whales and birds A peep into the Spray's galley Flying-fish for breakfast A welcome at Apia A visit from Mrs.
One pump going all the time nearly. Then the decks were stove in and she nearly foundered before it was discovered. I hope the Spray's crew were safely landed and reported us, as you would be anxious. We had to run north before the hurricane until there was no daylight. She wouldn't lie to. My word, what a sea! It was fearful to look at, and the captain said we hadn't to, while steering.
The Spray, with a number of old shipmasters on board, sailed about the harbor of Rio the day before she put to sea. As I had decided to give the Spray a yawl rig for the tempestuous waters of Patagonia, I here placed on the stern a semicircular brace to support a jigger mast. These old captains inspected the Spray's rigging, and each one contributed something to her outfit.
Repairing the Spray's sails Savages and an obstreperous anchor-A spider-fight An encounter with Black Pedro A visit to the steamship Colombia, On the defensive against a fleet of canoes A record of voyages through the strait A chance cargo of tallow.
In the isle of Napoleon's exile Two lectures A guest in the ghost-room at Plantation House An excursion to historic Longwood Coffee in the husk, and a goat to shell it The Spray's ill luck with animals A prejudice against small dogs A rat, the Boston spider, and the cannibal cricket Ascension Island.
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