We left the good schooner Lydia soberly riding at anchor, to take care of herself.

There were several other vessels in the harbor, all of which were deserted in the same manner.

Not a living animal was to be found in the whole fleet.

After passing weeks at sea, the temptation to tread the firm earth, and participate in a Fourth of July frolic, was too strong to be resisted.
Hyannis was then quite a humble village with a profusion of salt works.
Farm houses were thinly scattered around, and comfort seemed inscribed on every dwelling.

There seemed to be an abundance of people moving about on that day; where they came from was a problem I could not solve.
Every one seemed pleased and happy, and, with commendable patriotism, resolved to enjoy Independence Day.