It was always hungry, even for green wood; and in cold, wet days off the coast of Tierra del Fuego it stood me in good stead.

Its one door swung on copper hinges, which one of the yard apprentices, with laudable pride, polished till the whole thing blushed like the brass binnacle of a P.& O.steamer.
The _Spray_ was now ready for sea.

Instead of proceeding at once on her voyage, however, she made an excursion up the river, sailing December 29.

An old friend of mine, Captain Howard of Cape Cod and of River Plate fame, took the trip in her to Buenos Aires, where she arrived early on the following day, with a gale of wind and a current so much in her favor that she outdid herself.

I was glad to have a sailor of Howard's experience on board to witness her performance of sailing with no living being at the helm.