This order, we always kept while
on the coast; sending them up and down every time we came in and
went out of port. They were all tripped and lowered together, the main
on the starboard side, and the fore and mizen, to port. No sooner
was she all snug, than tackles were got up on the yards and stays, and
the long-boat and pinnace hove out. The swinging booms were then guyed
out, and the boats made fast by geswarps, and everything in harbor
style. After breakfast, the hatches were taken off, and all got
ready to receive hides from the Pilgrim. All day, boats were passing
and repassing, until we had taken her hides from her, and left her
in ballast trim. These hides made but little show in our hold,
though they had loaded the Pilgrim down to the water's edge. This
changing of the hides settled the question of the destination of the
two vessels, which had been one of some speculation to us. We were
to remain in the leeward ports, while the Pilgrim was to sail, the
next morning, for San Francisco. After we had knocked off work, and
cleared up decks for the night, my friend S--- came on board, and
spent an hour with me in our berth between decks.
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