" After these national
tributes had been paid, the Austrian gave us a very pretty little
love-song, and the Frenchmen sang a spirited thing called "Sentinelle!
O prenez garde a vous!" and then followed the melange which might have
been expected. When I left them, the aguardiente and annisou was
pretty well in their heads, and they were all singing and talking at
once, and their peculiar national oaths were getting as plenty as
pronouns.
The next day, the two vessels got under weigh for the windward,
and left us in quiet possession of the beach. Our numbers were
somewhat enlarged by the opening of the new houses, and the society of
the beach a little changed. In charge of the Catalina's house, was
an old Scotchman, who, like most of his countrymen, had a pretty
good education, and, like many of them, was rather pragmatical,
manical, and had a ludicrously solemn conceit. He employed his time in
taking care of his pigs, chickens, turkeys, dogs, etc., and in smoking
his long pipe. Everything was as neat as a pin in the house, and he
was as regular in his hours as a chronometer, but as he kept very much
by himself, was not a great addition to our society.
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