Russell

My Shipmate Louise Russell

For a couple of days nothing that need find a place in this narrative happened. On the afternoon of the third day of our being aboard the barque we sighted a sail, hull down, to windward. I climbed into the main-top and examined her through the glass, and found her a brig, very loftily rigged, her canvas soaring into moonsails, a sight I had never before witnessed at sea, even in those days when ships went more heavily draped than they do in these. She was heading our course, perhaps making a slightly more weatherly navigation, and full blown as she looked to be-a large, soft cloud of canvas in the lenses of the telescope-we passed her at the rate of two feet to her one; and some time before sunset we had sunk her to her royals on the quarter.