Under sail . ad, the same being stayed out overthe main hatch by a fall from the fore topmastcross trees. At four oclock the captain returned with aboatload of fresh provisions, joints of clean redmeat, fresh vegetables, onions, green stuff, ba-nanas and pineapples, and a big basket of realbakers bread, the loaves rich and mellow in thesunlight, like bricks of gold. How our eyespopped out at the sight and smell of this treasurecargo from the shore! Our salt ridden senseswere starved for something fresh and clean. Adozen hands rushed to the side to help unload 166 UNDER SAIL the boat, passing t
Under sail . ad, the same being stayed out overthe main hatch by a fall from the fore topmastcross trees. At four oclock the captain returned with aboatload of fresh provisions, joints of clean redmeat, fresh vegetables, onions, green stuff, ba-nanas and pineapples, and a big basket of realbakers bread, the loaves rich and mellow in thesunlight, like bricks of gold. How our eyespopped out at the sight and smell of this treasurecargo from the shore! Our salt ridden senseswere starved for something fresh and clean. Adozen hands rushed to the side to help unload 166 UNDER SAIL the boat, passing the grub up the ladder andcarrying it in to Chow. Captain Nichols also announced that we wouldgo alongside at Brewers Wharf the next day. At six, in the evening glow of the harbor, wepumped her out and went below for soup, floating with fresh green thingsand rich in meat extract; steak, onions, and pota-toes! Have you ever been without potatoes forthree months? If you have you will know how it. feels to crave them. The fresh bread and thedelicious ripe bananas topped off the meal. We were too full to speak, all hands togetherat our feast under the break of the focsle cannot buy such appreciation, andour bellies were stretched to the utmost limit. MAKING PORT 167 An anchor watch was set, by lot, of one hourtricks, and I was fortunate enough to eight oclock the focsle was heavy withslumber as we dreamed away the hours in suchheaven sent rest as only the angels can under-stand ; we were one hundred and twenty-one daysout from the port of New York, and our firstnight of unbroken sleep ahead of us. CHAPTER XIII IN HONOLULU TOWN We have had enough of action, and of motion; we Rolled to starboard, rolled to larboard, when the surge was seething freeWhere the wallowing monster spouted his foam fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath and keep it with an equal mindIn the hollow lotus-land to live and die reclined,On the hills like Gods t
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