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Updated: June 27, 2025
The commencement of the voyage promised well so that Captain Turcott seemed occasionally to feel an anxiety which he tried in vain to hide. Each day as the sun crossed the meridian he carefully took his observations.
"Has the wind changed?" he said to himself. And extremely glad at the circumstance he mounted the bridge. Stepping up to Turcott, "Captain!" he said. The latter, enveloped in his oilskins, had not heard him approach, and at first could not conceal a movement of annoyance in seeing him close to him. "You, Mr. Godfrey, you on the bridge?" "Yes, I, captain. I came to ask "
He was a man of from five-and-thirty to forty, with intelligent features, well built, of lithe figure, but a little emaciated, owing to his sojourn for sixteen hours at the bottom of a badly ventilated hold. Captain Turcott made a sign to his men to leave the unhappy intruder alone. "Who are you?" he asked. "A son of the sun." "And what is your name?"
"Oh! indeed! a box! but then Phina must have had an accomplice " And Uncle Will turned towards Captain Turcott, who laughingly answered, "What could I do, Mr. Kolderup? I can sometimes resist you but Miss Phina it was too difficult! And four months ago, when you sent me to look round the island, I landed the box from my boat " "Dearest Phina!" said Godfrey, seizing the young lady's hand.
However, Captain Turcott rose from his chair, and followed by Godfrey and the mate, left the saloon and walked towards the forecastle of the Dream. There stood a Chinaman, tightly handcuffed, and held by two or three sailors, who were by no means sparing of their nudges and knocks.
The next morning, the 22nd of June, as Captain Turcott had said, the wind having sensibly abated, the Dream was headed in proper direction.
On the morrow, the 20th of January, the Dream set sail under the command of Captain Turcott. At eight o'clock in the morning Godfrey, not without emotion, saw the horizon in the west wipe out, as if it were a shadow, the island on which he had been to school for six months a school of which he never forgot the lessons. The passage was rapid; the sea magnificent; the wind favourable.
"Well, John," exclaimed Captain Turcott, "I am going to show you how to save your passage-money." And Captain Turcott, much more angry than circumstances necessitated, was perhaps about to put his threat into execution, when Godfrey intervened. "Captain," he said, "one more Chinee on board the Dream is one Chinee less in California, where there are too many."
"Is this bad weather likely to last?" asked he of Captain Turcott twenty times a day. "Dunno! barometer is not very promising!" was the invariable answer of the captain, knitting his brows. "Shall we soon get there?" "Soon, Mr. Tartlet? Hum! soon!" "And they call this the Pacific Ocean!" repeated the unfortunate man, between a couple of shocks and oscillations.
"A great deal too many!" answered Captain Turcott. "Yes, too many. Well, if this poor beggar wishes to relieve San Francisco of his presence, he ought to be pitied! Bah! we can throw him on shore at Shanghai, and there needn't be any fuss about it!" In saying that there were too many Chinese in California Godfrey held the same language as every true Californian.
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