rticulars of their adventure.

From this man's story it appeared that the brig, a vessel of one hundred
and seventy-four tons register, named the _Golden Gate_, hailed from San
Francisco, from which port she had sailed in search of a cargo of
sandal-wood. The quest had been successful, a full cargo had been
obtained, and all had gone well with the craft up to the afternoon of
the preceding day, when her crew, like us, had found themselves
becalmed. Unlike myself, however, the skipper of the _Golden Gate_--who
proved to be the man who had unfortunately been swept away and lost
during the process of rescue--had obstinately refused to believe that
the threatening aspect of the weather meant anything worse than a sharp
thunderstorm, and had declined to accede to the suggestion of his mate
that sail should be shortened, averring that all the wind they were
likely to get they would need to help them out of the region of the
equatorial calms. The result had been that when the hurricane burst
upon them the ship was hove over upon her beam-ends, with her sails flat
upon the water, in which position she had gradually filled, her cargo
only preventing the waterlogged hull from sinking under the feet of her
crew. Fortunately for all hands, they had entertained sufficiently
serious doubts of their skipper's judgment to determine them to remain
on deck and see the matter out; hence, when the brig went over, they
were in a measure prepared for the catastrophe, and lost no time in
clambering on to the vessel's upturned side. From this position the
sea, breaking heavily over the hull, soon drove them into the rigging,
where they had remained, constantly drenched with spray and frequently
submerged beneath the vast volumes of water that poured over the wreck,
until rescued by us.

In exchange for his story I briefly informed the rescued mate that I had
sailed from Sydney, in ballast, for the Canton river, intending to cut a
cargo of sandal-wood on the way; but that the bulk of my crew, a gang of
desperadoes from the gold-diggings, had frustrated my purpose by
attempting to take my ship away from me, and that I had therefore been
compelled to leave them on an island; and further, that when I sighted
the _Golden Gate_, we were on our way to the Sandwich Islands, hoping to
there obtain men enough to navigate the barque to China. I said that,
if he and his men wished it, I would still go on to Honolulu, and land
them there, from whenc