Longford and about thirty more made their escape in a small schooner;
and as they well knew that they would experience no other mercy, if
taken, than a high gallows and short halter, they shaped a course for
the island of Masafuero, which they determined to make their
head-quarters, and to commit depredations upon all vessels that passed
which were not too well armed. They effected a landing with some
difficulty, and found, as they expected, considerable quantities of
provisions and stores, that had been deposited among the deep fissures
of the rocks by Benavidas some time previous, when his affairs on the
continent began to assume a smoky appearance. Here the scattered but
desperate remnant of his lawless followers found a temporary respite
from the harassing pursuit of the Chilenos, that resulted every day in
the capture and immediate execution of some of their number.
The landing-place at Masafuero, with the open ground beyond it,
surrounded on three sides by broken rocks or high mountains, makes a
very beautiful appearance from the offing--anchorage, I believe, there
is none. It is a gentle slope, fronting the northern or sunny side of
the horizon, smooth, and of most delightful verdure. Perhaps it appeared
more lovely to me, who had been groping among the ices of the ant-arctic
circle for five months previous. The men whom we had left to get
seal-skins assured me the soil was very rich and deep, and the herbage
green and luxuriant. Since commencing these chapters, I have been
informed that the island is very frequently visited by our whalemen for
supplies of wood and young goat's flesh, which last is a savory morsel
to men who have been many months tumbling and rolling about on the long
regular swell of the Pacific. The waters that surround the island are
almost literally filled with fine fish, to which sailors have given the
general name of "snappers," and which differ from any fish among us,
more particularly in their propensity to bite as greedily at a bare hook
as a baited one.
It was here that the pirates lay _perdue_, waiting when the devil, who
always befriends such gentry, should send them a defenceless prey. They
were unable to anchor, as I have already noticed that there was no
anchorage, and were accordingly continually on the move, sometimes
extending their researches fifty or sixty miles to the eastward of Juan
Fernandez, which lies about that distance nearer the main than
Masafuero.
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