I was at the entrance of the harbor before I could get this done, and it was time to haul her to or lose the port; but in that condition, like a bird with a broken wing, she made the haven.

The accident which so jeopardized my vessel and cargo came of a defective sheet-rope, one made from sisal, a treacherous fiber which has caused a deal of strong language among sailors.
I did not run the _Spray_ into the inner harbor of Port Angosto, but came to inside a bed of kelp under a steep bluff on the port hand going in.

It was an exceedingly snug nook, and to make doubly sure of holding on here against all williwaws I moored her with two anchors and secured her besides, by cables to trees.

However, no wind ever reached there except back flaws from the mountains on the opposite side of the harbor.

There, as elsewhere in that region, the country was made up of mountains.