That night, when we had rounded Cape Henry in fine weather, we ran the sloop into a little bay below a headland, and made camp for the night beside a stream of cold water.

Next morning it blew hard from the north, and in a driving rain we crept down the Carolina coast.

One incident of the day I remember.

I took in a reef or two, and adjusted the sheets, for this was a game I knew and loved.

The Indian watched me closely, and made a sign to me to take the helm.