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Two Years Before the Mast

Chapter 4 CAPE HORN-A VISIT

Word Count: 3452    |    Released on: 28/11/2017

three small nebulae in the southern part of the heavens,-two bright, like the milky-way, and one dark. These are first seen, just above the horizon, soon after crossing the

dly time to haul down and clew up, before it was upon us. In a few moments, a heavier sea was raised than I had ever seen before, and as it was directly ahead, the little brig, which was no better than a bathing machine, plunged into it, and all the forward part of her was under water; the sea pouring in through the bow-ports and hawse-hole and over the knight-heads, threatening to wash everything overboard. In the lee scuppers it was up to a man's waist. We sprang aloft and double reefed the topsails, and furled all the other sails, and made all snug. But this would

ee, A.M.) the deck was covered with snow. The captain sent up the steward with a glass of grog to each of the watch; and all the time that we were off the Cape, grog was given to the

tay-sail. This night it was my turn to steer, or, as the sailors say, my trick at the helm, for two hours. Inexperienced as I was, I made out to steer to the satisfaction of the officer, and neither S-- nor myself gave up our tricks, all the time that we were off the Cape. This was something

ds of calm are so short, that it has no time to go down; and vessels, being under no command of sails or rudder, lie like logs upon the water. We were obliged to steady the booms and yards by guys and braces, and to lash everything well below. We now found our top hamper

now and then a long, low swell rolling over its surface, slightly lifting the vessel, but without breaking the glassy smoothness of the water. We were surrounded far and near by shoals of sluggish whales and grampuses; which the fog prevented our seeing, rising slowly to the surface, or perhaps lying out at length, heaving out those peculiar lazy, deep, and long-drawn breathings which give such an impression of supineness and strength. Some of the watch were asleep, and the o

haul down, reef and furl, until we had got her down to close-reefed topsails, double-reefed trysail, and reefed forespenser. Snow, hail, and sleet were driving upon us most

calm and thick fog, and ended with hail, sno

igher and higher; and it became almost as dark as night. The hail and sleet were harder than I had yet felt them; seeming to almost pin us down to the rigging. We were longer taking in sail than ever before; for the sails were stiff and wet, the ropes and rigging covered with snow and sleet, and we ourselves cold and nearly blinded with the violence of the storm. By the time we had got down upon deck again, the little brig was plunging madly into a tremendous head sea, which at every drive rushed in through the bow-ports and over the bows, and buried all the forward part of the vessel. At this instant the chief mate, who was standing on the top of the windlass, at the foot of the spenser mast, called out, "Lay out there and furl the jib!" This was no agreeable or safe duty, yet it must be done. An old Swede, (the best sailor on board,) who belonged on the forecastle, sprang out upon the bowsprit. Another one must go: I was near the mate, and sprang forward, threw the down-haul over the windlass, and jumped between the knight-heads out upon the bowsprit. The crew stood abaft the windlass and hauled the jib down, whil

he rest of the time were driving on, under close-reefed sails, with

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he only time when we could be said to take any pleasure was at night and morning, when we were allowed a tin pot full of hot tea, (or, as the sailors significantly call it, "water bewitched,") sweetened with molasses. This, bad as it was, was still warm and comforting, and, together with our sea biscuit and cold salt beef, made quite a meal. Yet even this meal was attended with some uncertainty. We had to go ourselves to the galley and take our kid of beef and tin pots of tea, and run the risk of losing them before we could get below. Many a kid of beef have I seen rolling in the scuppers, and the bearer lying at his length on the decks. I remember an English lad who was always the life of the crew, but whom we afterwards lost overboard, standing for nearly ten minutes at the galley, with this pot of tea in his hand, waiting for a chance to get down into the forecastle; and seeing what he thought was a "smooth spell," started to go forward. He had jus

o carry down for the mess. I got along very well as far as the hatchway, and was just getting down the steps, when a heavy sea, lifting the stern out of water, and passing forward, dropping it down again, threw the steps from their place, and I came down into the steerage a little faster than I meant to, with the kid on

tion about longitude, in which they found that they could not agree. The ship fell astern, and continued in sight during the night. Toward morning, the wind having become light, we crossed our royal and skysail yards, and at daylight we were seen under a cloud of sail, having royal and skysails fore and aft. The "spouter," as the sailors call a whaleman, had sent up his main top-gallant mast and set the sail, and made signal for us to heave to. About half-past seven their whale-boat came alongside, and Captain Job Terry sprang on board, a man known in every port and by every vessel in the Pacific ocean. "Don't you know Job Terry? I thought everybody knew Job Terry," said a green-hand, who came in the boat, to me, when I asked him about his captain. He was indeed a singular man. He was six feet high, wore thick, cowhide boots, and brown coat and trowsers, and, except a sun-burnt complexion, had not the slightest appearance of a sailor; yet he had been forty years in the whale trade, and, as he said himself, had owned s

our course to the northwar

give them a very peculiar appearance. They look well on the wing; but one of the finest sights that I have ever seen, was an albatross asleep upon the water, during a calm, off Cape Horn, when a heavy sea was running. There being no breeze, the surface of the water was unbroken, but a long, heavy swell was rolling, and we saw the fellow, all white, directly ahead o

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1 Chapter 1 FIRST IMPRESSIONS-"SAIL HO!"2 Chapter 2 SHIP'S DUTIES-TROPICS3 Chapter 3 A ROGUE-TROUBLE ON BOARD- LAND HO! -POMPERO-CAPE HORN4 Chapter 4 CAPE HORN-A VISIT5 Chapter 5 LOSS OF A MAN-SUPERSTITION6 Chapter 6 JUAN FERNANDEZ-THE PACIFIC7 Chapter 7 TARRING DOWN -DAILY LIFE- GOING AFT -CALIFORNIA8 Chapter 8 CALIFORNIA-A SOUTH-EASTER9 Chapter 9 TRADING-A BRITISH SAILOR10 Chapter 10 SANTA BARBARA-HIDE-DROGHING-HARBOR DUTIES-DISCONTENT-SAN PEDRO11 Chapter 11 A FLOGGING-A NIGHT ON SHORE-THE STATE OF THINGS ON BOARD-SAN DIEGO12 Chapter 12 LIBERTY-DAY ON SHORE13 Chapter 13 SAN DIEGO-A DESERTION-SAN PEDRO AGAIN-BEATING THE COAST14 Chapter 14 EASTER SUNDAY- SAIL HO! -WHALES-SAN JUAN-ROMANCE OF HIDE-DROGHING-SAN DIEGO AGAIN15 Chapter 15 THE SANDWICH ISLANDERS-HIDE-CURING-WOOD-CUTTING-RATTLE- SNAKES-NEW-COMERS16 Chapter 16 LEISURE-NEWS FROM HOME- BURNING THE WATER 17 Chapter 17 NEW SHIP AND SHIPMATES-MY WATCHMATE18 Chapter 18 SAN DIEGO AGAIN-A DESCENT-HURRIED DEPARTURE-A NEW SHIPMATE19 Chapter 19 RUMORS OF WAR-A SPOUTER-SLIPPING FOR A SOUTH-EASTER-A GALE20 Chapter 20 SAN FRANCISCO-MONTEREY21 Chapter 21 THE SUNDAY WASH-UP-ON SHORE-A SET-TO-A GRANDEE- SAIL HO! -A FANDANGO22 Chapter 22 AN OLD FRIEND-A VICTIM-CALIFORNIA RANGERS-NEWS FROM HOME-LAST LOOKS23 Chapter 23 LOADING FOR HOME-A SURPRISE-LAST OF AN OLD FRIEND-THE LAST HIDE-A HARD CASE-UP ANCHOR, FOR HOME!-HOMEWARD BOUND24 Chapter 24 BEGINNING THE LONG RETURN VOYAGE-A SCARE25 Chapter 25 BAD PROSPECTS-FIRST TOUCH OF CAPE HORN-ICEBERGS-TEMPERANCE SHIPS-LYING-UP-ICE-DIFFICULTY ON BOARD-CHANGE OF COURSE-STRAITS OF MAGELLAN26 Chapter 26 ICE AGAIN-A BEAUTIFUL AFTERNOON-CAPE HORN- LAND HO! -HEADING FOR HOME27 Chapter 27 CRACKING ON-PROGRESS HOMEWARD-A PLEASANT SUNDAY-A FINE SIGHT-BY-PLAY28 Chapter 28 NARROW ESCAPES-THE EQUATOR-TROPICAL SQUALLS-A THUNDER STORM29 Chapter 29 A DOUBLE-REEF-TOP-SAIL BREEZE-SCURVY-A FRIEND IN NEED-PREPARING FOR PORT-THE GULF STREAM30 Chapter 30 SOUNDINGS-SIGHTS FROM HOME-BOSTON HARBOR-LEAVING THE SHIP