It was not a very white jacket, but white enough, in all conscience, as the sequelwill show.The way I came by it was this.When our frigate lay in Callao, on the coast of Peru-her last harbour in thePacific-I found myself without a grego, or sailor's surtout; and as, toward the end ofa three years' cruise, no pea-jackets could be had from the purser's steward: andbeing bound for Cape Horn, some sort of a substitute was indispensable; Iemployed myself,...