From the sublime to the ridiculous-so with me, from Mandeville to
hide-curing, was but a step; for
Wednesday, July 18th, brought us the brig Pilgrim from the windward.
As she came in, we found that she was a good deal altered in her
appearance. Her short top-gallant masts were up; her bowlines all
unrove (except to the courses); the quarter boom-irons off her lower
yards; her jack-cross-trees sent down; several blocks got rid of;
running-rigging rove in new places; and numberless other changes of
the same character. Then, too, there was a new voice giving orders,
and a new face on the quarter-deck,- a short, dark complexioned man,
in a green jacket and a high leather cap. These changes, of course,
set the whole beach on the qui-vive, and we were all waiting for the
boat to come ashore, that we might have things explained. At length,
after the sails were furied and the anchor carried out the boat pulled
ashore, and the news soon flew that the expected ship had arrived at
Santa Barbara, and that Captain T--- had taken command of her, and her
captain, Faucon, had taken the Pilgrim, and was the green-jacketed man
on the quarterdeck.
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