om the island with us, had we been afforded the
opportunity; but the presence of the savages of course precluded this,
and therefore the moment that we were under way and clear of the western
extremity of the island we flattened in our sheets, fore and aft, and
proceeded to the northward, close-hauled on the starboard tack on our
way to Honolulu, which was to be our first port of call.

Naturally the first and most engrossing question claiming our attention
was that of the behaviour of our little ship, and we had not been under
way a quarter of an hour before we were all agreed that she far exceeded
our most sanguine expectations; she was a magnificent little sea boat,
riding the long Pacific surges as buoyantly as a gull, very stiff under
her canvas, and extraordinarily fast and weatherly. The only thing that
caused us any concern was that we found she was leaking to a somewhat
alarming extent; but we were quite prepared for that, as she had been
standing so long on the hot beach that her planks had shrunk somewhat,
opening her seams. She "took up" however during the course of the
night, after keeping us busy at the pump for the first three or four
hours of our voyage, and after that we had no further trouble with her.

The island was a mere faint blue smudge on the horizon astern when the
sun when down on the evening of that eventful day, and on the ninth
morning following we safely arrived at Honolulu. Here, thanks to
Cunningham's hundred and forty sovereigns, which he had contrived to
hold on to through all our vicissitudes of fortune, we found ourselves
possessed of money enough to carry us round the Horn and as far as
Baltimore, where we had decided to call on our way home.

We remained in Honolulu four days, making arrangements for our long and
adventurous voyage round the southern extremity of the great American
continent, and then gaily started, disregarding the strenuous warnings
of the many friends made by us during our brief stay. And adventures
enough and to spare we had, enough to fill another book of this size;
but that, as a certain writer has remarked, is another story. It must
suffice me now to say that we reached Punta Arenas, in the Strait of
Magellan, fifty-three days after leaving Honolulu, stayed there two
days, and safely arrived in Baltimore harbour two months, to the day,
after leaving Punta Arenas.

We had a little difficulty in finding "Marthy", the relict of the late
lamented Captain