Boats would be despatched after me; even the Mexican schooner which lay in the bay.

The next morning I was certain to be rescued, and the utmost of my misfortune would amount to a day of fast and solitude.

It was no great matter; so I submitted to my fate, and made a virtue of necessity.
Happily for me, the boat belonged to an American exceedingly fond of fishing; and consequently it contained many necessaries which I had before overlooked.

Between the foremost thwart and the bow there was half a barrel filled with ashes, some pieces of charcoal, and some dried wood; under the stern-sheets was a small locker, in which I discovered a frying-pan, a box with salt in it, a tin cup, some herbs used instead of tea by the Californians, a pot of honey, and another full of bear's grease.

Fortunately, the jar of water was also on board as well as my lines, with baits of red flannel and white cotton.