nsure on their customs, though I see not how to approve them.

Crossing the Line, we had a usual Father Neptune and his Tritons on
board. Tony Hinks, our boatswain, was Neptune. He and his mates
severely handled some of the men who had shown ill manners or bad
tempers, tarring their faces, and shaving their chins with rusty hoops.
Phineas vowed that he would not be so treated, but had to succumb,
escaping with a thorough sousing from a dozen buckets. Phineas vows
vengeance on the boatswain; but I warn him that Tony Hinks followed but
the custom of the sea, and is not a man over whom it would be easy to
get an advantage, for he boasts that he always sleeps with one eye open.

We have touched at Rio, the chief town in the Brazils. From what I saw,
I should take the people to be heathens, such as I have read of in Roman
and Grecian history; but they say that they are Christians. One thing
is certain, that if they desire to keep the sabbath holy, they have a
curious way of so doing. Still I say, it would be easy to sail from
place to place and to condemn all we visit unheard. One thought occurs
to me: "Look to it that we fall not into like errors."

Proceeding south before rounding Cape Horn, we again made the land, and
standing in, anchored the ship in a sheltered cove. It was the southern
part of that region known as Patagonia. The captain, with Phineas
Golding and I, with a crew of eight men, well armed, took the long boat
and went ashore. The aspect of the country was not pleasant; rocks, and
trees, and marshes, but no signs of cultivation. Suddenly from among
the rocks some creatures appeared watching us. "Are they men or are
they baboons?" asked Phineas, levelling his musket; but the master held
back his arm. They approaching slowly and with hesitation, we
discovered that they were human beings, though marvellously ill-favoured
in aspect. Their skin, which seemed of a dark brown, was covered with
dirt, and their faces, which were flat with high cheek-bones, were
besmeared with red and yellow ochre. Their long black coarse hair
hanging down straight over their shoulders, their small twinkling
bleared eyes peeping out between it, like two hot coals. They had
spears in their hands and short clubs. They were nearly naked, their
chief garment consisting in a piece of sealskin, which they wore on the
side whence the wind blew. Again Phineas was about to shoot in very
wantonness.

"What's the harm?" he a