How We Walked The
Deck Together, Hour After Hour, Talking Over The Old Times, - The
Ships, The Captains, The Crews, The Traders On Shore, The Ladies,
The Missions, The South-Easters!
Indeed, where could we stop?
He
had sold the Ayacucho in Chili for a vessel of war, and had given up
the sea, and had been for years a ranchero. (I learned from others
that he had become one of the most wealthy and respectable farmers
in the State, and that his rancho was well worth visiting.) Thompson,
he said, hadn't the sailor in him; and he never could laugh enough at
his fiasco in San Diego, and his reception by Bradshaw. Faucon was a
sailor and a navigator. He did not know what had become of George
Marsh (ante, pp. 199-202, 252), except that he left him in Callao;
nor could he tell me anything of handsome Bill Jackson (ante,
p. 86), nor of Captain Nye of the Loriotte. I told him all I
then knew of the ships, the masters, and the officers. I found he
had kept some run of my history, and needed little information.
Old Seņor Noriego of Santa Barbara, he told me, was dead, and Don
Carlos and Don Santiago, but I should find their children there,
now in middle life. Doņa Augustia, he said, I had made famous by
my praises of her beauty and dancing, and I should have from her a
royal reception. She had been a widow, and remarried since, and had
a daughter as handsome as herself.
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