She was a large shallow vessel, coppered to the bends, of great breadth of
beam, with bright sides, like an American, so painted as to give her a
clumsy mercantile sheer externally, but there were many things that belied
this to a nautical eye: her copper, for instance, was bright as burnished
gold on her very sharp bows and beautiful run; and we could see from the
bastion where we stood, that her decks were flush and level. She had no
cannon mounted that were visible, but we distinguished grooves on her
well-scrubbed decks, as from the recent traversing of carronade slides,
while the bolts and rings in her high and solid bulwarks shone clear and
bright in the ardent noontide. There was a tarpawling stretched over a
quantity of rubbish, old sails, old junk, and hencoops rather
ostentatiously piled up forward, which we conjectured might conceal a
long gun.
She was a very taught-rigged hermaphrodite, or brig forward and schooner
aft. Her foremast and bowsprit were immensely strong and heavy, and her
mainmast was so long and tapering, that the wonder was, how the few
shrouds and stays about it could support it: it was the handsomest stick
we had ever seen. Her upper spars were on the same scale, tapering away
through topmast, topgallant-mast, royal and skysail-masts, until they
fined away into slender wands. The sails, that were loose to dry, were
old, and patched, And evidently displayed to cloak the character of the
vessel, by an ostentatious show of their unserviceable condition, but her
rigging was beautifully fitted, every rope lying in the chafe of another
being carefully served with hide. There were several large
bushy-whiskered fellows lounging about the deck, with their hair
gathered into dirty net bags, like the fishermen of Barcelona; many had
red silk sashes round their waists, through which were stuck their long
knives, in shark-skin sheaths. Their numbers were not so great as to
excite suspicion; but a certain daring reckless manner, would at once
have distinguished them, independently of any thing else, from the quiet,
hard-worked, redshirted merchant seaman.
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