Coming a little to the windward of our buoy, we clewed up the
light sails, backed our main top-sail, and lowered a boat, which
pulled off, and made fast a spare hawser to the buoy on the end of the
slip-rope. We brought the other end to the capstan, and hove in upon
it until we came to the slip-rope, which we took to the windlass,
and walked her up to her chain, the captain helping her by backing and
filling the sails. The chain is then passed through the hawse-hole and
round the windlass, and bitted, the slip-rope taken round outside
and brought into the stern port, and she is safe in her old berth.
After we had got through, the mate told us that this was a small touch
of California, the like of which we must expect to have through the
winter.
After we had furled the sails and got dinner, we saw the Loriotte
nearing, and she had her anchor before night. At sun-down we went
ashore again, and found the Loriotte's boat waiting on the beach.
The Sandwich Islander, who could speak English, told us that he had
been up to the town; that our agent, Mr. R---, and some other
passengers, were going to Monterey with us, and that we were to sail
the same night.
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