Just behind the hide-houses, among the thickets and
underwood, was a small cave, the entrance to which was known only to
two men on the beach, and which was so well concealed that, though,
when I afterwards came to live on shore, it was shown to me two or
three times, I was never able to find it alone. To this cave he was
carried before daybreak in the morning, and supplied with bread and
water, and there remained until he saw us under weigh and well round
the point.
Friday, March 27th. The captain, having given up all hope of finding
F---, and being unwilling to delay any longer, gave orders for
unmooring the ship, and we made sail, dropping slowly down with the
tide and light wind. We left letters with Captain Bradshaw to take
to Boston, and had the satisfaction of hearing him say that he
should be back again before we left the coast. The wind, which was
very light, died away soon after we doubled the point, and we lay
becalmed for two days, not moving three miles the whole time, and a
part of the second day were almost within sight of the vessels. On the
third day, about noon, a cool sea-breeze came rippling and darkening
the surface of the water, and by sundown we were off San Juan's, which
is about forty miles from San Diego, and is called half way to San
Pedro, where we were now bound.
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