We disguised all our movements so well that not even the captain of the schooner, who was an old Spanish coaster, accustomed to suspicious transactions, mistrusted what we were doing.
"When we got all ready, we bid adieu to No Man's Island, and set sail for Honolulu, feeling as if we had been set free from a prison.

We were on the way home now, and that was enough to lighten our hearts.

We were three weeks getting to Honolulu; and had to remain there two months.

We wanted an American ship homeward bound, to take passage on.

But as none came, we shipped on board the British whaleship Rose, of Halifax, Nova Scotia, with a full cargo homeward bound.