I threw out my flag, and directly saw the Stars and Stripes flung to the breeze from the great ship.
The wind had then abated, and toward night the savages made their appearance from the island, going direct to the steamer to "yammerschooner." Then they came to the _Spray_ to beg more, or to steal all, declaring that they got nothing from the steamer.

Black Pedro here came alongside again.

My own brother could not have been more delighted to see me, and he begged me to lend him my rifle to shoot a guanaco for me in the morning.

I assured the fellow that if I remained there another day I would lend him the gun, but I had no mind to remain.

I gave him a cooper's draw-knife and some other small implements which would be of service in canoe-making, and bade him be off.
Under the cover of darkness that night I went to the steamer, which I found to be the _Colombia,_ Captain Henderson, from New York, bound for San Francisco.