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Voyage of the Liberdade

Chapter 8 No.8

Word Count: 1489    |    Released on: 30/11/2017

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als of distress set. I was satisfied from the account that it was our bark which they had seen in the gale, and the supposed flags were our tattered sails, what there was left of them, streaming in the storm. But we did not discourage the search, as it could do no harm, and I thoug

an island, one that was inhabited only by birds, we came to a stand, as if it were impossible to go farther on the voyage; a spell seemed to hang over us. I recognized the place as one that I knew well; a very dear friend had stood by me on deck, looking at this island, some years before. It was the last land that my friend ever saw. I would fain have

ceforth filled our sails, till at

rrival, was made alive with the noise of children marching to children's own music, my "Yawcob" heading the band with a brand-new ninety-cent organ, t

hed home after a while. Their features were terribly marked and disfigure

my Brazilian sailors, regretting the more their har

a cargo of the famous Brazilian wood. The Aquidneck was shifted to an arm of the bay, where she was moored under t

, is nevertheless hauled by hand to the water, w

l. Roads are hardly known where the canoe is available; men, women, and children are consequently alike, skilled in the art of canoeing to perfection, almost. There are no ca

ated with carvings along the topsides, and is painted, as the "Geordie" would say, "in none o'

wn in price and size, from the grand turnout to the one-

are cared for with almost an affectiona

ly ties are strong in Brazil and the sweet flower of friendship thrives in its sunny clime. The system of land and sea breezes prevail on the coast from Cape Frio to Saint Catherine with great re

es, force them along at a great speed. The larger ones, when the wind does not serve, are pulled by banks of oars which are fastened

t over the smooth waters of the bays and rivers, these

uarakasava which in the truthful word of an historian I am bound to record, if

sava, D

ettled forever. I find, alas! that even here the fall of Adam is felt: Taking in some long poles to-day the negro tallyman persisted in counting twi

eft Guarakasava with that hurt feeling which comes

d. The anchor was let go to club her. It wouldn't hold in the treacherous sands; so she dragged and stranded broadside on, where, open to the sea, a strong swell came in that raked her fore and aft for three days,

at the end where my best skill and energy could not avail. What was to be done? What

f all the crew were saved; neither was it

t the end of the storm. And after paying the crew their wages out

ere they had joined the Aquidneck, in lieu of the stricken Brazilian sailors. But for myself and family this outlet was hardly avai

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