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The more the Spray tried to make these young ladies seasick, the more they all clapped their hands and said, “How lovely it is!” and “How beautifully she skims over the sea!” and “How beautiful our island appears from the distance!” and they still cried, “Go on!” We were fifteen miles or more at sea before they ceased the eager cry, “Go on!” Then the sloop swung round, I still hoping to be back to Port Louis in time to keep my appointment. The Spray reached the island quickly, and flew along the coast fast enough; but I made a mistake in steering along the coast on the way home, for as we came abreast of Tombo Bay it enchanted my crew. “Oh, let’s anchor here!” they cried. To this no sailor in the world would have said nay. The sloop came to anchor, ten minutes later, as they wished, and a young man on the cliff abreast, waving his hat, cried, “ Vive la Spray! ” My passengers said, “Aunty, mayn’t we have a swim in the surf along the shore?” Just then the harbormaster’s launch hove in sight, coming out to meet us; but it was too late to get the sloop into Port Louis that night. The launch was in time, however, to land my fair crew for a swim; but they were determined not to desert the ship. Meanwhile I prepared a roof for the night on deck with the sails, and a Bengali manservant arranged the evening meal. That night the Spray rode in Tombo Bay with her precious freight. Next morning bright and early, even before the stars were gone, I awoke to hear praying on deck.

The port officers’ launch reappeared later in the morning, this time with Captain Wilson himself on board, to try his luck in getting the Spray into port, for he had heard of our predicament. It was worth something to hear a friend tell afterward how earnestly the good harbormaster of Mauritius said, “I’ll find the Spray and I’ll get her into port.” A merry crew he discovered on her. They could hoist sails like old tars, and could trim them, too. They could tell all about the ship’s “hoods,” and one should have seen them clap a bonnet on the jib. Like the deepest of deep-water sailors, they could heave the lead, and⁠—as I hope to see Mauritius again!⁠—any of them could have put the sloop in stays. No ship ever had a fairer crew.