Very fair they were, with butter and canned peaches.
The men came down during the evening, having been previously notified, and were assigned to their berths.

We boys turned in at about eleven, and were only aroused next morning by the rattle of blocks, clank of the windlass, and trampling of feet, on deck.
"We're off!" exclaimed Raed, starting up.

"Turn out, and say farewell to 'our native countree.'" We stumbled up on deck; for it was still quite dark: only a pale-bright belt along the ocean to the eastward showed the far-off coming of the day.

The shore and the village looked black as night.

We were already several hundred yards from the wharf.