On approaching, she turned out to be a small, slatternly-looking craft, her hulland spars a dingy black, rigging all slack and bleached nearly white, and everythingdenoting an ill state of affairs aboard. The four boats hanging from her sidesproclaimed her a whaler. Leaning carelessly over the bulwarks were the sailors, wild, haggard-looking fellows in Scotch caps and faded blue frocks; some of themwith cheeks of a mottled bronze, to which sickness soon changes the rich berrybrown of a seaman's complexion in the tropics.On the quarter-deck was one whom I took for the chief mate. He wore a broadbrimmed Panama hat, and his spy-glass was levelled as we advanced.When we came alongside, a low cry ran fore and aft the deck, and everybodygazed at us with inquiring eyes. And well they might. To say nothing of the savageboat's crew, panting with excitement, all gesture and vociferation, my ownappearance was calculated to excite curiosity. A robe of the native cloth wasthrown over my shoulders, my hair and beard were uncut, and I betrayed otherevidences of my recent adventure. Immediately on gaining the deck, they beset meon all sides with questions, the half of which I could not answer, so incessantlywere they put
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