As soon as two bells struck, the word was passed for the liberty-men to
get into the boat. I lingered behind in the forecastle a moment, to
take a parting glance at its familiar features, and just as I was about
to ascend to the deck, my eye happened to light on the bread-barge and
beef-kid, which contained the remnants of our last hasty meal. Although
I had never before thought of providing anything in the way of food for
our expedition, as I fully relied upon the fruits of the island to
sustain us wherever we might wander, yet I could not resist the
inclination I felt to provide a luncheon from the relics before me.
Accordingly I took a double handful of those small, broken, flinty bits
of biscuit which generally go by the name of “midshipmen’s nuts,” and
thrust them into the bosom of my frock; in which same ample receptacle
I had previously stowed away several pounds of tobacco and a few yards
of cotton cloth,—articles with which I intended to purchase the
good-will of the natives, as soon as we should appear among them after
the departure of our vessel.
This last addition to my stock caused a considerable protuberance in
front, which I abated in a measure by shaking the bits of bread around
my waist, and distributing the plugs of tobacco among the folds of the
garment.
Hardly had I completed these arrangements when my name was sung out by
a dozen voices, and I sprung upon the deck, where I found all the party
in the boat, and impatient to shove off. I dropped over the side, and
seated myself, with the rest of the watch, in the stern sheets, while
the poor larboarders shipped their oars, and commenced pulling us
ashore.
This happened to be the rainy season at the islands, and the heavens
had nearly the whole morning betokened one of those heavy showers
which, during this period, so frequently occur. The large drops fell
bubbling into the water shortly after our leaving the ship, and by the
time we had effected a landing, it poured down in torrents. We fled for
shelter under cover of an immense canoe-house, which stood hard by the
beach, and waited for the first fury of the storm to pass.
It continued, however, without cessation; and the monotonous beating of
the rain overhead began to exert a drowsy influence upon the men, who,
throwing themselves here and there upon the large war-canoes, after
chatting awhile, all fell asleep.
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