. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. at that any of us wished to go ashore we might do so, but wewere to be sure and come on board at sun-down. At the stated time, we were all ready, hove short, loosedsails, and waited for the land breeze, and as it sprung up andfanned our fevered and anxious brows, we hove up, madeall sail, and, standing out of the harbor past the MorroCastle
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. at that any of us wished to go ashore we might do so, but wewere to be sure and come on board at sun-down. At the stated time, we were all ready, hove short, loosedsails, and waited for the land breeze, and as it sprung up andfanned our fevered and anxious brows, we hove up, madeall sail, and, standing out of the harbor past the MorroCastle we entered the Carribean Sea, heading to the north-ard under the influence of the trade-wind, with a cleanfull on the starboard tack, with all the sail we could showed such a pair of heels that would have puzzledany British cruiser that might have wanted to overhaul us—eleven knots an hour, within five points or less of the have seen her working to windard at nine points on bothtacks. 178 BARRACOONS. We stood on this tack, and having cleared the Straits ofFlorida, and reached 300 N. latitude, she was slewed roundon the other tack and stood to the southard and eastard,crossing the Gulf Stream, weathering the Bahamas and the. Jsfe ?--: ?. - ^?s*- blackbirds under cocoanut trees. entire West India Islands, going clean, full, close-hauled,and on the larboard tack for twelve days, when the trade-winds, hauling more to the southard and eastard, and beingnear the Brazilian coast, tacked ship and pointed her for BARRACOONS. 179 the African coast, then distant about 3,000 miles, keeping alookout at the mast-head night and day. After a passage of twenty-five days we came to an anchoroff Ambriz, a Portuguese trading colony consisting merelyof a collection of mud huts and Ham Barracoons. Here we lay at anchor, with slip ropes and buoys on ourcables ready for slipping and standing out to sea on thefirst appearance of any British man-of-war who might wishto interfere w
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