The high official I met said: "Captain, so far as we are concerned, you may have the ship, and if you care to accept her we will send an officer to show you where she is." I knew well enough where she was at that moment.

The top of her smoke-stack being awash in Bahia, it was more than likely that she rested on the bottom there.
I thanked the kind officer, but declined his offer.
The _Spray_, with a number of old shipmasters on board, sailed about the harbor of Rio the day before she put to sea.

As I had decided to give the _Spray_ a yawl rig for the tempestuous waters of Patagonia, I here placed on the stern a semicircular brace to support a jigger mast.

These old captains inspected the _Spray's_ rigging, and each one contributed something to her outfit.

Captain Jones, who had acted as my interpreter at Rio, gave her an anchor, and one of the steamers gave her a cable to match it.