She remembered well that time; the uproar in the settlement, the never-ending wonder, the days and nights of talk and excitement.

She remembered her own timidity with the strange men, till the brig moored to the bank became in a manner part of the settlement, and the fear wore off in the familiarity of constant intercourse.

The call on board then became part of her daily round.

She walked hesitatingly up the slanting planks of the gangway amidst the encouraging shouts and more or less decent jokes of the men idling over the bulwarks.

There she sold her wares to those men that spoke so loud and carried themselves so free.
There was a throng, a constant coming and going; calls interchanged, orders given and executed with shouts; the rattle of blocks, the flinging about of coils of rope.