They might have been expecting to see a copper-colored cacique dressed in war-paint and adorned with scalps.
"White! By the piper that played before Moses, white!" muttered the red-whiskered man.

"Who'd ha' thought it! A squaw in petticoats, too, with a gold chain round her neck! Where the hangmant have we got to ?" "You are English ?" I said, quietly.
"Well, I'll be--yes, sir! I'm English, name of Yawl, Bill Yawl, sir, of the port of Liverpool, at your service.

My mate, here, he's a--" "I'll tell my own tale, if you please, Bill Yawl," interrupted the other as I thought rather peremptorily.

"My name is Kidd, and I'm a native of Barbadoes in the West Indies, by calling, a mariner, and late second mate of the brig Sulky Sail, Jones, master, bound from Liverpool to Lima, with a cargo of hardware and cotton goods." "And what has become of the Sulky Sail ?" "She went to the bottom, sir, three days ago." "But there has been no bad weather, lately." "Not lately.

But we made very bad weather rounding the Horn, and the ship sprang a leak, and though, by throwing cargo overboard, and working hard at the pumps, we managed to keep her afloat nearly a month; she foundered at last." "And are you the only survivors ?" "No, sir; the master and most of the crew got away in the long boat.