It was agreed that the steamer should blow her whistle for me if first on the move.

I watched the steamer, off and on, through the night for the pleasure alone of seeing her electric lights, a pleasing sight in contrast to the ordinary Fuegian canoe with a brand of fire in it.

The sloop was the first under way, but the _Colombia_, soon following, passed, and saluted as she went by.

Had the captain given me his steamer, his company would have been no worse off than they were two or three months later.

I read afterward, in a late California paper, "The _Colombia_ will be a total loss." On her second trip to Panama she was wrecked on the rocks of the California coast.
The _Spray_ was then beating against wind and current, as usual in the strait.