I did not see him again.

By sundown he was as far astern as he had been ahead the evening before.
[Illustration: "He also sent his card."] There was now less and less monotony.

On July 16 the wind was northwest and clear, the sea smooth, and a large bark, hull down, came in sight on the lee bow, and at 2:30 P.M.I spoke the stranger.

She was the bark _Java_ of Glasgow, from Peru for Queenstown for orders.
Her old captain was bearish, but I met a bear once in Alaska that looked pleasanter.

At least, the bear seemed pleased to meet me, but this grizzly old man! Well, I suppose my hail disturbed his siesta, and my little sloop passing his great ship had somewhat the effect on him that a red rag has upon a bull.