Two years before the mast; a personal narrative of life at sea . TWO YEARS BEFORE THE MAST 65 We watched them till they were out of the breakers, andsaw them steering for their vessel, which was now hidden inthe darkness. The sand of the beach began to be cold to our bare feet;the frogs set up their croaking in the , and onesolitary owl, from the end of the distant point, gave out hismelancholy note, mellowed by the distance, and we beganto think that it was high time for the old man, as thecaptain is generally called, to come down. In a few min-utes we heard something coming towards u
Two years before the mast; a personal narrative of life at sea . TWO YEARS BEFORE THE MAST 65 We watched them till they were out of the breakers, andsaw them steering for their vessel, which was now hidden inthe darkness. The sand of the beach began to be cold to our bare feet;the frogs set up their croaking in the , and onesolitary owl, from the end of the distant point, gave out hismelancholy note, mellowed by the distance, and we beganto think that it was high time for the old man, as thecaptain is generally called, to come down. In a few min-utes we heard something coming towards us. It was aman on horseback. He came up on the full gallop, reinedup near us, addressed a few words to us, and receiving noanswer, wheeled round and galloped off again. He wasnearly as dark as an Indian, with a large Spanish hat,blanket cloak or surreppa, and leather leggins, with a longknife stuck in them. This is the seventh city that everI was in, and no Christian one neither, said Bill by! said Tom, you havent seen the worst ofit yet. In the mi
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