What eventually became of him we never heard.
Ropey, poor poor Ropey, who a few days previous had fallen sick, was left ashore at the sailor hospital at Townor, a small place upon the beach between Papeetee and Matavai.

Here, some time after, he breathed his last.

No one knew his complaint: he must have died of hard times.

Several of us saw him interred in the sand, and I planted a rude post to mark his resting-place.
The cooper, and the rest who had remained aboard from the first, of course, composed part of the Julia's new crew.
To account for the conduct, all along, of the consul and captain, in trying so hard to alter our purpose with respect to the ship, the following statement is all that is requisite.

Beside an advance of from fifteen to twenty-five dollars demanded by every sailor shipping at Tahiti, an additional sum for each man so shipped has to be paid into the hands of the government, as a charge of the port.