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and where supplies were so difficult to be obtained, these presents were greatly enhanced in value.
Poor Monsieur Bizot!
we all regretted to learn, upon our return to Europe, that this promising young officer, so full of talent, life, energy, hope, had fallen a victim to a malarial fever.
Kell performed quite a feat at Pulo Condore in the way of ship-carpentry.
Our copper having fallen off, some distance below the water-line, he constructed a coffer or caisson, that fitted the side of the ship so nicely, when sunk to the required depth, that he had only to pump it out, with our fire-engine and suction-hose, to enable his mechanics to descend into a dry box and effect the necessary repairs.
We found our ship so much out of order, that it required two weeks to get her ready for sea. At the end of this time, we took an affectionate leave of our French friends, and getting under way, under sail, we again threw ourselves into the monsoon, and south-west current, and turned our head in the direction of Singapore.
We crossed the Gulf of Siam under easy sail, that we might have the benefit of any chance capture, that might present itself.
There was a number of vessels hurrying on before the brisk monsoon, but no Yankee among them.
The Yankee flag had already become a stranger in the China Sea.
On the evening of the 19th of December, we ran in, and anchored under Pulo A or, in twenty fathoms water, within half a mile of the village, on the south-west end of the island.
The island is high, and broken —its forests being composed almost entirely of the cocoanut— and is inhabited by the same class of Malay nomads already described.
Their houses were picturesquely scattered among the trees, and several large boats were hauled up near them, on the beach, ready for any enterprise that might offer, in their line.
The head man came off to visit me, and some piraguas with fowls and fruits came alongside, to trade with the sailors.
These islanders appeared to be a merry set of fellows, for during nearly the whole night, we could hear the sound of tomtoms, and other musical instruments, as though they were engaged in the mysteries of the dance.
Some very pretty specimens of young women, naked to the middle, came off in their light piraguas, handling the paddle equally with the men, and
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