This man was grateful for the succor he had received, and expressed a wish to work his passage to the United States.

To this suggestion Captain Tilton offered no objection, and he subsequently proved to be one of the best men on board.
That very morning the black pilot made his appearance, grinning as he thrust his dark muzzle over the gunwale.

He was greeted with answering smiles, for we were "homeward bound," and all hands cheerfully commenced heaving up the anchor and making sail.

With a favorable breeze and an ebb tide we soon passed the bar, and entered upon the broad ocean.

The fresh trade wind was welcome after sweltering for weeks in the sultry and unwholesome atmosphere of Demarara; and the clear and pellucid waters of the ocean bore a cheerful aspect, contrasted with the thick and opaque waters of the river in which we had remained several weeks at anchor.
Nothing remarkable occurred during the homeward passage, until we reached the Gulf Stream, that extraordinary current, sixty or seventy miles in width, and many degrees warmer than the ocean water on either side, and which reaches from the Gulf of Florida to the Shoals of Nantucket.