tuesday, september 8th, 1835. this was my first day’s duty on board the ship; and though a sailor’s life is a sailor’s life wherever it may be, yet i found everything very different here from the customs of the brig pilgrim. after all hands were called at daybreak, three minutes and a half were allowed for the men to dress and come on deck, and if any were longer than that, they were sure to be overhauled by the mate, who was always on deck, and making himself heard all over the ship. the head-pump was then rigged, and the decks washed down by the second and third mates; the chief mate walking the quarter-deck, and keeping a general supervision, but not deigning to touch a bucket or a brush. inside and out, fore and aft, upper deck and between-decks, steerage and forecastle, rail, bulwarks, and water-ways, were washed, scrubbed, and scraped with brooms and canvas, and the decks were wet and sanded all over, and then holystoned. the holystone is a large, soft stone, smooth on the bottom, with long ropes attached to each end, by which the crew keep it sliding fore and aft over the wet sanded decks. smaller hand-stones, which the sailors call “prayer-books,” are used to scrub in among the crevices and narrow places, where the large holystone will not go. an hour or two we were kept at this work, when the head-pump was manned, and all the sand washed off the decks and sides. then came swabs and squilgees; and, after the decks were dry, each one went to his particular morning job. there were five boats belonging to the ship — launch, pinnace, jolly-boat, larboard quarter-boat, and gig — each of which had a coxswain, who had charge of it, and was answerable for the order and cleanness of it. the rest of the cleaning was divided among the crew; one having the brass and composition work about the capstan; another the bell, which was of brass, and kept as bright as a gilt button; a third, the harness-cask; another, the man-rope stanchions; others, the steps of the forecastle and hatchways, which were hauled up and holystoned. each of these jobs must be finished before breakfast; and in the mean time the rest of the crew filled the scuttled-butt, and the cook scraped his kids (wooden tubs out of which sailors eat), and polished the hoops, and placed them before the galley to await inspection. when the decks were dry, the lord paramount made his appearance on the quarter-deck, and took a few turns, eight bells were struck, and all hands went to breakfast. half an hour was allowed for breakfast, when all hands were called again; the kids, pots, bread-bags, &c., stowed away; and, this morning, preparations were made for getting under way. we paid out on the chain by which we swung, hove in on the other, catted the anchor, and hove short on the first. this work was done in shorter time than was usual on board the brig; for though everything was more than twice as large and heavy, the cat-block being as much as a man could lift, and the chain as large as three of the pilgrim’s, yet there was a plenty of room to move about in, more discipline and system, more men, and more good-will. each seemed ambitious to do his best. officers and men knew their duty, and all went well. as soon as she was hove short, the mate, on the forecastle, gave the order to loose the sails! and, in an instant all sprung into the rigging, up the shrouds, and out on the yards, scrambling by one another — the first up, the best fellow — cast off the yard-arm gaskets and bunt gaskets, and one man remained on each yard, holding the bunt jigger with a turn round the tye, all ready to let go, while the rest laid down to man the sheets and halyards. the mate then hailed the yards — “all ready forward?”— “all ready the cross-jack yards?” &c., &c.; and “aye, aye, sir!” being returned from each, the word was given to let go; and, in the twinkling of an eye, the ship, which had shown nothing but her bare yards, was covered with her loose canvas, from the royal-mast-heads to the decks. all then came down, except one man in each top, to overhaul the rigging, and the topsails were hoisted and sheeted home, the three yards going to the mast-head at once, the larboard watch hoisting the fore, the starboard watch the main, and five light hands (of whom i was one), picked from the two watches, the mizzen. the yards were then trimmed, the anchor weighed, the cat-block hooked on, the fall stretched out, manned by “all hands and the cook,” and the anchor brought to the head with “cheerly, men!” in full chorus. the ship being now under way, the light sails were set, one after another, and she was under full sail before she had passed the sandy point. the fore royal, which fell to my lot (as i was in the mate’s watch), was more than twice as large as that of the pilgrim, and, though i could handle the brig’s easily, i found my hands full with this, especially as there were no jacks to the ship, everything being for neatness, and nothing left for jack to hold on by but his “eyelids.”

as soon as we were beyond the point, and all sail out, the order was given, “go below, the watch!” and the crew said that, ever since they had been on the coast, they had had “watch and watch” while going from port to port; and, in fact, all things showed that, though strict discipline was kept, and the utmost was required of every man in the way of his duty, yet, on the whole, there was good usage on board. each one knew that he must be a man, and show himself such when at his duty, yet all were satisfied with the treatment; and a contented crew, agreeing with one another, and finding no fault, was a contrast indeed with the small, hard-used, dissatisfied, grumbling, desponding crew of the pilgrim.

it being the turn of our watch to go below, the men set themselves to work, mending their clothes, and doing other little things for themselves; and i, having got my wardrobe in complete order at san diego, had nothing to do but to read. i accordingly overhauled the chests of the crew, but found nothing that suited me exactly, until one of the men said he had a book which “told all about a great highwayman,” at the bottom of his chest, and, producing it, i found, to my surprise and joy, that it was nothing else than bulwer’s paul clifford. i seized it immediately, and, going to my hammock, lay there, swinging and reading, until the watch below was out. the between-decks clear, the hatchways open, a cool breeze blowing through them, the ship under easy way — everything was comfortable. i had just got well into the story when eight bells were struck, and we were all ordered to dinner. after dinner came our watch on deck for four hours, and at four o’clock i went below again, turned into my hammock and read until the dog watch. as lights were not allowed after eight o’clock, there was no reading in the night watch. having light winds and calms, we were three days on the passage, and each watch below, during the daytime, i spent in the same manner, until i had finished my book. i shall never forget the enjoyment i derived from it. to come across anything with the slightest claims to literary merit was so unusual that this was a feast to me. the brilliancy of the book, the succession of capital hits, and the lively and characteristic sketches, kept me in a constant state of pleasing sensations. it was far too good for a sailor. i could not expect such fine times to last long.

while on deck, the regular work of the ship went on. the sailmaker and carpenter worked between decks, and the crew had their work to do upon the rigging, drawing yarns, making spun-yarn, &c., as usual in merchantmen. the night watches were much more pleasant than on board the pilgrim. there, there were so few in a watch, that, one being at the wheel and another on the lookout, there was no one left to talk with; but here we had seven in a watch, so that we had long yarns in abundance. after two or three night watches, i became well acquainted with the larboard watch. the sailmaker was the head man of the watch, and was generally considered the most experienced seaman on board. he was a thorough-bred old man-of-war’s-man, had been at sea twenty-two years, in all kinds of vessels — men-of-war, privateers, slavers, and merchantmen — everything except whalers, which a thorough man-of-war or merchant seaman looks down upon, and will always steer clear of if he can. he had, of course, been in most parts of the world, and was remarkable for drawing a long bow. his yarns frequently stretched through a watch, and kept all hands awake. they were amusing from their improbability, and, indeed, he never expected to be believed, but spun them merely for amusement; and as he had some humor and a good supply of man-of-war slang and sailor’s salt phrases, he always made fun. next to him in age and experience, and, of course, in standing in the watch, was an englishman named harris, of whom i shall have more to say hereafter. then came two or three americans, who had been the common run of european and south american voyages, and one who had been in a “spouter,” and, of course, had all the whaling stories to himself. last of all was a broad-backed, thick-headed, cape cod1 boy, who had been in mackerel schooners, and was making his first voyage in a square-rigged vessel. he was born in hingham, and of course was called “bucket-maker.” the other watch was composed of about the same number. a tall, fine-looking frenchman, with coal-black whiskers and curly hair, a first-rate seaman, named john (one name is enough for a sailor), was the head man of the watch. then came two americans (one of whom had been a dissipated young man of some property and respectable connections, and was reduced to duck trousers and monthly wages), a german, an english lad, named ben, who belonged on the mizzen-topsail yard with me, and was a good sailor for his years, and two boston boys just from the public schools. the carpenter sometimes mustered in the starboard watch, and was an old sea-dog, a swede by birth, and accounted the best helmsman in the ship. this was our ship’s company, beside cook and steward, who were blacks, three mates, and the captain.

the second day out, the wind drew ahead, and we had to beat up the coast; so that, in tacking ship, i could see the regulations of the vessel. instead of going wherever was most convenient, and running from place to place, wherever work was to be done, each man had his station. a regular tacking and wearing bill was made out. the chief mate commanded on the forecastle, and had charge of the head sails and the forward part of the ship. two of the best men in the ship, the sailmaker from our watch, and john, the frenchman, from the other, worked the forecastle. the third mate commanded in the waist, and, with the carpenter and one man, worked the main tack and bowline; the cook, ex officio, the fore sheet, and the steward the main. the second mate had charge of the after yards, and let go the lee fore and main braces. i was stationed at the weather cross-jack braces; three other light hands at the lee; one boy at the spanker-sheet and guy; a man and a boy at the main topsail, top-gallant, and royal braces; and all the rest of the crew — men and boys — tallied on to the main brace. every one here knew his station, must be there when all hands were called to put the ship about, and was answerable for the ropes committed to him. each man’s rope must be let go and hauled in at the order, properly made fast, and neatly coiled away when the ship was about. as soon as all hands are at their stations, the captain, who stands on the weather side of the quarter-deck, makes a sign to the man at the wheel to put it down, and calls out “helm’s a lee’!” “helm’s a lee’!” answers the mate on the forecastle, and the head sheets are let go. “raise tacks and sheets!” says the captain; “tacks and sheets!” is passed forward, and the fore tack and main sheet are let go. the next thing is to haul taut for a swing. the weather cross-jack braces and the lee main braces are belayed together upon two pins, and ready to be let go, and the opposite braces hauled taut. “main topsail haul!” shouts the captain; the braces are let go; and if he has chosen his time well, the yards swing round like a top; but if he is too late, or too soon, it is like drawing teeth. the after yards are then braced up and belayed, the main sheet hauled aft, the spanker eased over to leeward, and the men from the braces stand by the head yards. “let go and haul!” says the captain; the second mate lets go the weather fore braces, and the men haul in to leeward. the mate, on the forecastle, looks out for the head yards. “well the fore topsail yard!” “top-gallant yard’s well!” “royal yard too much! haul in to windward! so! well that!” “well all!” then the starboard watch board the main tack, and the larboard watch lay forward and board the fore tack and haul down the jib sheet, clapping a tackle upon it if it blows very fresh. the after yards are then trimmed, the captain generally looking out for them himself. “well the cross-jack2 yard!” “small pull the main top-gallant yard!” “well that!” “well the mizzen topsail yard!” “cross-jack yards all well!” “well all aft!” “haul taut to windward!” everything being now trimmed and in order, each man coils up the rigging at his own station, and the order is given, “go below the watch!”

during the last twenty-four hours of the passage, we beat off and on the land, making a tack about once in four hours, so that i had sufficient opportunity to observe the working of the ship; and certainly it took no more men to brace about this ship’s lower yards, which were more than fifty feet square, than it did those of the pilgrim, which were not much more than half the size; so much depends upon the manner in which the braces run, and the state of the blocks; and captain wilson, of the ayacucho, who was afterwards a passenger with us, upon a trip to windward, said he had no doubt that our ship worked two men lighter than his brig. this light working of the ship was owing to the attention and seamanship of captain faucon. he had reeved anew nearly all the running rigging of the ship, getting rid of useless blocks, putting single blocks for double wherever he could, using pendent blocks, and adjusting the purchases scientifically.

friday, september 11th. this morning, at four o’clock, went below, san pedro point being about two leagues ahead, and the ship going on under studding-sails. in about an hour we were waked up by the hauling of the chain about decks, and in a few minutes “all hands ahoy!” was called; and we were all at work, hauling in and making up the studding-sails, overhauling the chain forward, and getting the anchors ready. “the pilgrim is there at anchor,” said some one, as we were running about decks; and, taking a moment’s look over the rail, i saw my old friend, deeply laden, lying at anchor inside of the kelp. in coming to anchor, as well as in tacking ship, each one had his station and duty. the light sails were clewed up and furled, the courses hauled up, and the jibs down; then came the topsails in the buntlines, and the anchor let go. as soon as she was well at anchor, all hands lay aloft to furl the topsails; and this, i soon found, was a great matter on board this ship; for every sailor knows that a vessel is judged of, a good deal, by the furl of her sails. the third mate, sailmaker, and the larboard watch, went upon the fore topsail yard; the second mate, carpenter, and the starboard watch, upon the main; and i, and the english lad, and the two boston boys, and the young cape cod man, furled the mizzen topsail. this sail belonged to us altogether to reef and to furl, and not a man was allowed to come upon our yard. the mate took us under his special care, frequently making us furl the sail over three or four times, until we got the bunt up to a perfect cone, and the whole sail without a wrinkle. as soon as each sail was hauled up and the bunt made, the jigger was bent on to the slack of the buntlines, and the bunt triced up, on deck. the mate then took his place between the knight-heads to “twig” the fore, on the windlass to twig the main, and at the foot of the mainmast for the mizzen; and if anything was wrong — too much bunt on one side, clews too taut or too slack, or any sail abaft the yard — the whole must be dropped again. when all was right, the bunts were triced well up, the yard-arm gaskets passed, so as not to leave a wrinkle forward of the yard — short gaskets, with turns close together.

from the moment of letting go the anchor, when the captain ceases his care of things, the chief mate is the great man. with a voice like a young lion, he was hallooing in all directions, making everything fly, and, at the same time, doing everything well. he was quite a contrast to the worthy, quiet, unobtrusive mate of the pilgrim, not a more estimable man, perhaps, but a far better mate of a vessel; and the entire change in captain thompson’s conduct, since he took command of the ship, was owing, no doubt, in a great measure, to this fact. if the chief officer wants force, discipline slackens, everything gets out of joint, and the captain interferes continually; that makes a difficulty between them, which encourages the crew, and the whole ends in a three-sided quarrel. but mr. brown (a marblehead man) wanted no help from anybody, took everything into his own hands, and was more likely to encroach upon the authority of the master than to need any spurring. captain thompson gave his directions to the mate in private, and, except in coming to anchor, getting under way, tacking, reefing topsails, and other “all-hands-work,” seldom appeared in person. this is the proper state of things; and while this lasts, and there is a good understanding aft, everything will go on well.

having furled all the sails, the royal yards were next to be sent down. the english lad and myself sent down the main, which was larger than the pilgrim’s main top-gallant yard; two more light hands the fore, and one boy the mizzen. this order we kept while on the coast, sending them up and down every time we came in and went out of port. they were all tripped and lowered together, the main on the starboard side, and the fore and mizzen to port. no sooner was she all snug, than tackles were got up on the yards and stays, and the long-boat and pinnace hove out. the swinging booms were then guyed out, and the boats made fast by geswarps, and everything in harbor style. after breakfast, the hatches were taken off, and everything got ready to receive hides from the pilgrim. all day, boats were passing and repassing, until we had taken her hides from her, and left her in ballast trim. these hides made but little show in our hold, though they had loaded the pilgrim down to the water’s edge. this changing of the hides settled the question of the destination of the two vessels, which had been one of some speculation with us. we were to remain in the leeward ports, while the pilgrim was to sail, the next morning, for san francisco. after we had knocked off work, and cleared up decks for the night, my friend stimson came on board, and spent an hour with me in our berth between decks. the pilgrim’s crew envied me my place on board the ship, and seemed to think that i had got a little to windward of them, especially in the matter of going home first. stimson was determined to go home in the alert, by begging or buying. if captain thompson would not let him come on other terms, he would purchase an exchange with some one of the crew. the prospect of another year after the alert should sail was rather “too much of the monkey.” about seven o’clock the mate came down into the steerage in fine trim for fun, roused the boys out of the berth, turned up the carpenter with his fiddle, sent the steward with lights to put in the between-decks, and set all hands to dancing. the between-decks were high enough to allow of jumping, and being clear, and white, from holystoning, made a good dancing-hall. some of the pilgrim’s crew were in the forecastle, and they all turned-to and had a regular sailor’s shuffle till eight bells. the cape cod boy could dance the true fisherman’s jig, barefooted, knocking with his heels, and slapping the decks with his bare feet, in time with the music. this was a favorite amusement of the mate’s, who used to stand at the steerage door, looking on, and if the boys would not dance, hazed them round with a rope’s end, much to the entertainment of the men.

the next morning, according to the orders of the agent, the pilgrim set sail for the windward, to be gone three or four months. she got under way with no fuss, and came so near us as to throw a letter on board, captain faucon standing at the tiller himself, and steering her as he would a mackerel smack. when captain thompson was in command of the pilgrim, there was as much preparation and ceremony as there would be in getting a seventy-four under way. captain faucon was a sailor, every inch of him. he knew what a ship was, and was as much at home in one as a cobbler in his stall. i wanted no better proof of this than the opinion of the ship’s crew, for they had been six months under his command, and knew him thoroughly, and if sailors allow their captain to be a good seaman, you may be sure he is one, for that is a thing they are not usually ready to admit. to find fault with the seamanship of the captain is a crew’s reserved store for grumbling.

after the pilgrim left us, we lay three weeks at san pedro, from the 11th of september until the 2d of october, engaged in the usual port duties of landing cargo, taking off hides, &c., &c. these duties were much easier, and went on much more agreeably, than on board the pilgrim. “the more the merrier” is the sailor’s maxim, and, by a division of labor, a boat’s crew of a dozen could take off all the hides brought down in a day without much trouble; and on shore, as well as on board, a good-will, and no discontent or grumbling, make everything go well. the officer, too, who usually went with us, the third mate, was a pleasant young fellow, and made no unnecessary trouble; so that we generally had a sociable time, and were glad to be relieved from the restraint of the ship. while here, i often thought of the miserable, gloomy weeks we had spent in this dull place, in the brig; discontent and hard usage on board, and four hands to do all the work on shore. give me a big ship. there is more room, better outfit, better regulation, more life, and more company. another thing was better arranged here: we had a regular gig’s crew. a light whale-boat, handsomely painted, and fitted out with stern seats, yoke and tiller-ropes, hung on the starboard quarter, and was used as the gig. the youngest lad in the ship, a boston boy about fourteen years old, was coxswain of this boat, and had the entire charge of her, to keep her clean and have her in readiness to go and come at any hour. four light hands, of about the same size and age, of whom i was one, formed her crew. each had his oar and seat numbered, and we were obliged to be in our places, have our oars scraped white, our tholepins in, and the fenders over the side. the bowman had charge of the boat-hook and painter, and the coxswain of the rudder, yoke, and stern-sheets. our duty was to carry the captain and agent about, and passengers off and on, which last was no trifling duty, as the people on shore have no boats, and every purchaser, from the boy who buys his pair of shoes, to the trader who buys his casks and bales, was to be brought off and taken ashore in our boat. some days, when people were coming and going fast, we were in the boat, pulling off and on, all day long, with hardly time for our meals, making, as we lay nearly three miles off shore, from thirty to forty miles’ rowing in a day. still, we thought it the best berth in the ship; for when the gig was employed, we had nothing to do with the cargo, except with small bundles which the passengers took with them, and no hides to carry. besides, we had the opportunity of seeing everybody, making acquaintances, and hearing the news. unless the captain or agent was in the boat, we had no officer with us, and often had fine times with the passengers, who were always willing to talk and joke with us. frequently, too, we were obliged to wait several hours on shore, when we would haul the boat up on the beach, and, leaving one to watch her, go to the nearest house, or spend the time in strolling about the beach, picking up shells, or playing hop-scotch, and other games, on the hard sand. the others of the crew never left the ship, except for bringing heavy goods and taking off hides; and though we were always in the water, the surf hardly leaving us a dry thread from morning till night, yet we were young, and the climate was good, and we thought it much better than the quiet, humdrum drag and pull on board ship. we made the acquaintance of nearly half california; for, besides carrying everybody in our boat — men, women, and children — all the messages, letters, and light packages went by us, and, being known by our dress, we found a ready reception everywhere.

at san pedro, we had none of this amusement, for, there being but one house in the place, there was nothing to see and no company. all the variety that i had was riding, once a week, to the nearest rancho,3 to order a bullock down to the ship.

the brig catalina came in from san diego, and, being bound to windward, we both got under way at the same time, for a trial of speed up to santa barbara, a distance of about eighty miles. we hove up and got under sail about eleven o’clock at night, with a light land-breeze, which died away toward morning, leaving us becalmed only a few miles from our anchoring-place. the catalina, being a small vessel, of less than half our size, put out sweeps and got a boat ahead, and pulled out to sea during the night, so that she had the sea-breeze earlier and stronger than we did, and we had the mortification of seeing her standing up the coast with a fine breeze, the sea all ruffled about her, while we were becalmed inshore. when the sea-breeze died away, she was nearly out of sight; and, toward the latter part of the afternoon, the regular northwest wind setting in fresh, we braced sharp upon it, took a pull at every sheet, tack, and halyard, and stood after her in fine style, our ship being very good upon a taut bowline. we had nearly five hours of splendid sailing, beating up to windward by long stretches in and off shore, and evidently gaining upon the catalina at every tack. when this breeze left us, we were so near as to count the painted ports on her side. fortunately, the wind died away when we were on our inward tack, and she on her outward, so we were inshore, and caught the land-breeze first, which came off upon our quarter, about the middle of the first watch. all hands were turned up, and we set all sail, to the skysails and the royal studding-sails; and with these, we glided quietly through the water, leaving the catalina, which could not spread so much canvas as we, gradually astern, and, by daylight, were off santa buenaventura, and our competitor nearly out of sight. the sea-breeze, however, favored her again, while we were becalmed under the headland, and laboring slowly along, and she was abreast of us by noon. thus we continued, ahead, astern, and abreast of each other, alternately; now far out at sea, and again close in under the shore. on the third morning we came into the great bay of santa barbara two hours behind the brig, and thus lost the bet; though if the race had been to the point, we should have beaten her by five or six hours. this, however, settled the relative sailing of the vessels, for it was admitted that although she, being small and light, could gain upon us in very light winds, yet whenever there was breeze enough to set us agoing, we walked away from her like hauling in a line; and, in beating to windward, which is the best trial of a vessel, had much the advantage.

sunday, october 4th. this was the day of our arrival; and, somehow or other, our captain seemed to manage, not only to sail, but to come into port, on a sunday. the main reason for sailing on sunday is not, as many people suppose, because it is thought a lucky day but because it is a leisure day. during the six days the crew are employed upon the cargo and other ship’s works, and, sunday being their only day of rest, whatever additional work can be thrown into it is so much gain to the owners. this is the reason of our coasters and packets generally sailing on sunday. thus it was with us nearly all the time we were on the coast, and many of our sundays were lost entirely to us. the catholics on shore do not, as a general thing, do regular trading or make journeys on sunday, but the american has no national religion, and likes to show his independence of priestcraft by doing as he chooses on the lord’s day.

santa barbara looked very much as it did when i left it five months before: the long sand beach, with the heavy rollers, breaking upon it in a continual roar, and the little town, embedded on the plain, girt by its amphitheatre of mountains. day after day the sun shone clear and bright upon the wide bay and the red roofs of the houses, everything being as still as death, the people hardly seeming to earn their sunlight. daylight was thrown away upon them. we had a few visitors, and collected about a hundred hides, and every night, at sundown, the gig was sent ashore to wait for the captain, who spent his evenings in the town. we always took our monkey-jackets with us, and flint and steel, and made a fire on the beach with the driftwood and the bushes which we pulled from the neighboring thickets, and lay down by it, on the sand. sometimes we would stray up to the town, if the captain was likely to stay late, and pass the time at some of the houses, in which we were almost always well received by the inhabitants. sometimes earlier and sometimes later, the captain came down; when, after a good drenching in the surf, we went aboard, changed our clothes, and turned-in for the night — yet not for all the night, for there was the anchor watch to stand.

this leads me to speak of my watchmate for nine months — and, taking him all in all, the most remarkable man i had ever seen — tom harris. an hour, every night, while lying in port, harris and i had the deck to ourselves, and walking fore and aft, night after night, for months, i learned his character and history, and more about foreign nations, the habits of different people, and especially the secrets of sailors’ lives and hardships, and also of practical seamanship (in which he was abundantly capable of instructing me), than i could ever have learned elsewhere. his memory was perfect, seeming to form a regular chain, reaching from his earliest childhood up to the time i knew him, without a link wanting. his power of calculation, too, was extraordinary. i called myself pretty quick at figures, and had been through a course of mathematical studies; but, working by my head, i was unable to keep within sight of this man, who had never been beyond his arithmetic. he carried in his head, not only a log-book of the voyage, which was complete and accurate, and from which no one thought of appealing, but also an accurate registry of the cargo, knowing where each thing was stowed, and how many hides we took in at each port.

one night he made a rough calculation of the number of hides that could be stowed in the lower hold, between the fore and main masts, taking the depth of hold and breadth of beam (for he knew the dimensions of every part of a ship before he had been long on board), and the average area and thickness of a hide; and he came surprisingly near the number, as it afterwards turned out. the mate frequently came to him to know the capacity of different parts of the vessel, and he could tell the sailmaker very nearly the amount of canvas he would want for each sail in the ship; for he knew the hoist of every mast, and spread of each sail, on the head and foot, in feet and inches. when we were at sea, he kept a running account, in his head, of the ship’s way — the number of knots and the courses; and, if the courses did not vary much during the twenty-four hours, by taking the whole progress and allowing so many eights southing or northing, to so many easting or westing, he would make up his reckoning just before the captain took the sun at noon, and often came very near the mark. he had, in his chest, several volumes giving accounts of inventions in mechanics, which he read with great pleasure, and made himself master of. i doubt if he forgot anything that he read. the only thing in the way of poetry that he ever read was falconer’s shipwreck, which he was charmed with, and pages of which he could repeat. he said he could recall the name of every sailor that had ever been his shipmate, and also of every vessel, captain, and officer, and the principal dates of each voyage; and a sailor whom we afterwards fell in with, who had been in a ship with harris nearly twelve years before, was much surprised at having harris tell him things about himself which he had entirely forgotten. his facts, whether dates or events, no one thought of disputing; and his opinions few of the sailors dared to oppose, for, right or wrong, he always had the best of the argument with them. his reasoning powers were striking. i have had harder work maintaining an argument with him in a watch, even when i knew myself to be right, and he was only doubting, than i ever had before, not from his obstinacy, but from his acuteness. give him only a little knowledge of his subject, and, among all the young men of my acquaintance at college, there is not one whom i had not rather meet in an argument than this man. i never answered a question from him, or advanced an opinion to him, without thinking more than once. with an iron memory, he seemed to have your whole past conversation at command, and if you said a thing now which ill agreed with something you had said months before, he was sure to have you on the hip. in fact, i felt, when with him, that i was with no common man. i had a positive respect for his powers of mind, and thought, often, that if half the pains had been spent upon his education which are thrown away yearly, in our colleges, he would have made his mark. like many self-taught men of real merit, he overrated the value of a regular education; and this i often told him, though i had profited by his error; for he always treated me with respect, and often unnecessarily gave way to me, from an overestimate of my knowledge. for the intellectual capacities of all the rest of the crew — captain and all — he had a sovereign contempt. he was a far better sailor, and probably a better navigator, than the captain, and had more brains than all the after part of the ship put together. the sailors said, “tom’s got a head as long as the bowsprit,” and if any one fell into an argument with him, they would call out: “ah, jack! you had better drop that as you would a hot potato, for tom will turn you inside out before you know it!”

i recollect his posing me once on the subject of the corn laws. i was called to stand my watch, and, coming on deck, found him there before me; and we began, as usual, to walk fore and aft, in the waist. he talked about the corn laws; asked me my opinion about them, which i gave him, and my reasons, my small stock of which i set forth to the best advantage, supposing his knowledge on the subject must be less than mine, if, indeed, he had any at all. when i had got through, he took the liberty of differing from me, and brought arguments and facts which were new to me, and to which i was unable to reply. i confessed that i knew almost nothing of the subject, and expressed my surprise at the extent of his information. he said that, a number of years before, while at a boarding-house in liverpool, he had fallen in with a pamphlet on the subject, and, as it contained calculations, had read it very carefully, and had ever since wished to find some one who could add to his stock of knowledge on the question. although it was many years since he had seen the book, and it was a subject with which he had had no previous acquaintance, yet he had the chain of reasoning, founded upon principles of political economy, fully in his memory; and his facts, so far as i could judge, were correct; at least, he stated them with precision. the principles of the steam-engine, too, he was familiar with, having been several months on board a steamboat, and made himself master of its secrets. he knew every lunar star in both hemispheres, and was a master of the quadrant and sextant. the men said he could take a meridian altitude of the sun from a tar bucket. such was the man, who, at forty, was still a dog before the mast, at twelve dollars a month. the reason of this was to be found in his past life, as i had it, at different times, from himself.

he was an englishman, a native of ilfracomb, in devonshire. his father was skipper of a small coaster from bristol, and, dying, left him, when quite young, to the care of his mother, by whose exertions he received a common-school education, passing his winters at school and his summers in the coasting trade until his seventeenth year, when he left home to go upon foreign voyages. of this mother he spoke with the greatest respect, and said that she was a woman of a strong mind, and had an excellent system of education, which had made respectable men of his three brothers, and failed in him only from his own indomitable obstinacy. one thing he mentioned, in which he said his mother differed from all other mothers that he had ever seen disciplining their children; that was, that when he was out of humor and refused to eat, instead of putting his plate away, saying that his hunger would bring him to it in time, she would stand over him and oblige him to eat it — every mouthful of it. it was no fault of hers that he was what i saw him; and so great was his sense of gratitude for her efforts, though unsuccessful, that he determined, when the voyage should end, to embark for home with all the wages he should get, to spend with and for his mother, if perchance he should find her alive.

after leaving home, he had spent nearly twenty years sailing upon all sorts of voyages, generally out of the ports of new york and boston. twenty years of vice! every sin that a sailor knows, he had gone to the bottom of. several times he had been hauled up in the hospitals, and as often the great strength of his constitution had brought him out again in health. several times, too, from his acknowledged capacity, he had been promoted to the office of chief mate, and as often his conduct when in port, especially his drunkenness, which neither fear nor ambition could induce him to abandon, put him back into the forecastle. one night, when giving me an account of his life, and lamenting the years of manhood he had thrown away, “there,” said he, “in the forecastle, at the foot of those steps, a chest of old clothes, is the result of twenty-two years of hard labor and exposure — worked like a horse, and treated like a dog.” as he had grown older, he began to feel the necessity of some provision for his later years, and came gradually to the conviction that rum had been his worst enemy. one night, in havana, a young shipmate of his was brought aboard drunk, with a dangerous gash in his head, and his money and new clothes stripped from him. harris had been in hundreds of such scenes as these, but in his then state of mind it fixed his determination, and he resolved never to taste a drop of strong drink of any kind. he signed no pledge, and made no vow, but relied on his own strength of purpose. the first thing with him was a reason, and then a resolution, and the thing was done. the date of his resolution he knew, of course, to the very hour. it was three years before i became acquainted with him, and during all that time nothing stronger than cider or coffee had passed his lips. the sailors never thought of enticing tom to take a glass, any more than they would of talking to the ship’s compass. he was now a temperate man for life, and capable of filling any berth in a ship, and many a high station there is on shore which is held by a meaner man.

he understood the management of a ship upon scientific principles, and could give the reason for hauling every rope; and a long experience, added to careful observation at the time, gave him a knowledge of the expedients and resorts for times of hazard, for which i became much indebted to him, as he took the greatest pleasure in opening his stores of information to me, in return for what i was enabled to do for him. stories of tyranny and hardship which had driven men to piracy; of the incredible ignorance of masters and mates, and of horrid brutality to the sick, dead, and dying; as well as of the secret knavery and impositions practised upon seamen by connivance of the owners, landlords, and officers — all these he had, and i could not but believe them; for he made the impression of an exact man, to whom exaggeration was falsehood; and his statements were always credited. i remember, among other things, his speaking of a captain whom i had known by report, who never handed a thing to a sailor, but put it on deck and kicked it to him; and of another, who was highly connected in boston, who absolutely murdered a lad from boston who went out with him before the mast to sumatra, by keeping him hard at work while ill of the coast fever, and obliging him to sleep in the close steerage. (the same captain has since died of the same fever on the same coast.)

in fact, taking together all that i learned from him of seamanship, of the history of sailors’ lives, of practical wisdom, and of human nature under new circumstances and strange forms of life — a great history from which many are shut out — i would not part with the hours i spent in the watch with that man for the gift of many hours to be passed in study and intercourse with even the best of society.