Barney Blake, the Boy Privateer; or, The Cruise of the Queer FishJohnstone, Herrick
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Barney Blake, the Boy Privateer; or, The Cruise of the Queer Fish
Johnstone, Herrick
Dime novels; Privateering -- Fiction; Sea stories; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Fiction
The whole of that side of the peak presented to our view was a liquid
mass of red-hot lava. It rolled down the smooth slopes, or plunged from
the cliffs in cataracts of living flame. We could see the ocean boiling
along the horses as the hot rivers found their way to the water; and
millions of dead fishes floated by the ship on the surface of the sea.
The sides and rigging of the Queer Fish were thronged with the crew, who
gazed long upon the terrible but fascinating scene.
The smoke which poured in black volumes from the crater of the mountain
was usually intermingled with sheets of flame in about equal quantity;
but sometimes the smoke would preponderate so much as almost to shut out
the fire, while at others the crater would vomit flame alone, when the
glare would be so distressingly vivid that we were compelled to shield
our eyes with our hands.
The gray ashes emitted by the eruption must also have been very great,
for the deck of the ship was covered with a thin coating of it as it
drifted aboard like snow, being so fine and dense as to render the air
difficult to breathe.
The eruption continued all night, and as there appeared no evidence that
it would be likely soon to abate we hoisted anchor and sailed for
California on the following morning.
CHAPTER XIV.
CALIFORNIA IN EARLY TIMES.
We had succeeded much better than we had anticipated in making our own
repairs, so that our object in making for the port of Santa Barbara was
more to obtain fresh water and provisions than anything else.
Our passage to this little port was attended by some rough weather, but
on the whole we had not much to complain of throughout our entire
Pacific Ocean experience. We made two prizes on the way. One of them was
a British brig from the Columbia River of tolerable value; the other was
a rich whaler from Acapulco, on her way to the northern whale-fields,
but already half-full of excellent sperm; and we also captured a
schooner, but as she had nothing in her hold but ballast we permitted
her to pursue the even tenor of her way--not thinking her of sufficient
value to warrant our depleting our company by another prize-crew.
We arrived at Santa Barbara in the early part of January--just at the
close of the rainy season, and came to anchor close under the town, for
the harbor is deep.
California in the time of which I treat was far different from now. With
the exception of a few Mexican settlements along and near the coast, it
was nothing but wilderness. There was probably not a house where the
present fine and populous city of San Francisco stands, and very few
settlements in that neighborhood of the coast--the northern part of
which was but little known.
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