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Chapter XVI
Chapter XVI
Liberty-Day on Shore
The next day being Sunday, after washing and clearing decks, and getting
breakfast, the mate came forward with leave for one watch to go ashore, on
liberty. We drew lots, and it fell to the larboard, which I was in. Instantly
all was preparation. Buckets of fresh water, (which we were allowed in port,)
and soap, were put in use; go-ashore jackets and trowsers got out and
brushed; pumps, neckerchiefs, and hats overhauled; one lending to another; so
that among the whole each one got a good fit-out. A boat was called to pull
the "liberty men" ashore, and we sat down in the stern sheets, "as big as pay
passengers," and jumping ashore, set out on our walk for the town, which was
nearly three miles off.
It is a pity that some other arrangement is not made in merchant vessels,
with regard to the liberty-day. When in port, the crews are kept at work all
the week, and the only day they are allowed for rest or pleasure is the
Sabbath; and unless they go ashore on that day, they cannot go at all. I have
heard of a religious captain who gave his crew liberty on Saturdays after
twelve o`clock. This would be a good plan, if shipmasters would bring
themselves to give their crews so much time. For young sailors especially,
many of whom have been brought up with a regard for the sacredness of the day,
this strong temptation to break it, is exceedingly injurious. As it is, it can
hardly be expected that a crew, on a long and hard voyage, will refuse a few
hours of freedom from toil and the restraints of a vessel, and an opportunity
to tread the ground and see the sights of society and humanity, because it is
on a Sunday. It is too much like escaping from prison, or being drawn out of a
pit, on the Sabbath day.
I shall never forget the delightful sensation of being in the open air,
with the birds singing around me, and escaped from the confinement, labor, and
strict rule of a vessel - of being once more in my life, though only for a
day, my own master. A sailor`s liberty is but for a day; yet while it lasts it
is perfect. He is under no one`s eye, and can do whatever, and go to wherever,
he pleases. This day, for the first time, I may truly say, in my whole life, I
felt the meaning of a term which I had often heard - the sweets of liberty. My
friend S___ was with me, and turning our backs upon the vessels, we walked
slowly along, talking of the pleasure of being our own masters, of the times
past, and when we were free in the midst of friends, in America, and of the
prospect of our return; and planning where we would go, and what we would do,
when we reached home. It was wonderful how the prospect brightened, and how
short and tolerable the voyage appeared, when viewed in this new light. Things
looked differently from what they did when we talked them over in the little
dark forecastle, the night after the flogging at San Pedro. It is not the
least of the advantages of allowing sailors occasionally a day of liberty,
that it gives them a spring, and makes them feel cheerful and independent, and
leads them insensibly to look on the bright side of everything for some time
after.
S___ and myself determined to keep as much together as possible, though
we knew that it would not do to cut our shipmates; for, knowing our birth and
education, they were a little suspicious that we would try to put on the
gentleman when we got ashore, and would be ashamed of their company; and this
won`t do with Jack. When the voyage is at an end, you may do as you please,
but so long as you belong to the same vessel, you must be a shipmate to him on
shore, or he will not be a shipmate to you on board. Being forewarned of this
before I went to sea, I took no "long togs" with me, and being dressed like
the rest, in white duck trowsers, blue jacket and straw hat, which would
prevent my going in better company, and showing no disposition to avoid them,
I set all suspicion at rest. Our crew fell in with some who belonged to the
other vessels, and, sailor-like, steered for the first grog-shop. This was
a small mud building, of only one room, in which were liquors, dry and West
India goods, shoes, bread, fruits, and everything which is vendible in
California. It was kept by a Yankee, a one-eyed man, who belonged formerly
to Fall River, came out to the Pacific in a whale-ship, left her at the
Sandwich Islands, and came to California and set up a "Pulperia." S___ and I
followed in our shipmates` wake, knowing that to refuse to drink with them
would be the highest affront, but determining to slip away at the first
opportunity. It is the universal custom with sailors for each one, in his
turn, to treat the whole, calling for a glass all round, and obliging every
one who is present, even the keeper of the shop, to take a glass with him.
When we first came in, there was some dispute between our crew and the others,
whether the new comers or the old California rangers should treat first; but
it being settled in favor of the latter, each of the crews of the other
vessels treated all round in their turn, and as there were a good many
present, (including some "loafers" who had dropped in, knowing what was going
on, to take advantage of Jack`s hospitality,) and the liquor was a rental (12
1/2 cents) a glass, it made somewhat of a hole in their lockers. It was now
our ship`s turn, and S___ and I, anxious to get away, stepped up to call for
glasses; but we soon found that we must go in order - the oldest first, for
the old sailors did not choose to be preceded by a couple of youngsters; and
bon gre mal gre, we had to wait our turn, with the twofold apprehension of
being too late for our horses, and of getting corned; for drink you must,
every time; and if you drink with one and not with another, it is always taken
as an insult.
Having at length gone through our turns and acquitted ourselves of all
obligations, we slipped out, and went about among the houses, endeavoring to
get horses for the day, so that we might ride round and see the country. At
first we had but little success, all that we could get out of the lazy
fellows, in reply to our questions, being the eternal drawling "Quien sabe?"
("who knows?") which is an answer to all questions. After several efforts, we
at length fell in with a little Sandwich Island boy, who belonged to Captain
Wilson of the Ayacucho, and was well acquainted in the place; and he, knowing
where to go, soon procured us two horses, ready saddled and bridled, each with
a lasso coiled over the pommel. These we were to have all day, with the
privilege of riding them down to the beach at night, for a dollar, which we
had to pay in advance. Horses are the cheapest thing in California; the very
best not being worth more than ten dollars apiece, and very good ones being
often sold for three, and four. In taking a day`s ride, you pay for the use of
the saddle, and for the labor and trouble of catching the horses. If you bring
the saddle back safe, they care but little what becomes of the horse. Mounted
on our horses, which were spirited beasts, and which, by the way, in this
country, are always steered by pressing the contrary rein against the neck,
and not by pulling on the bit, - we started off on a fine run over the
country. The first place we went to was the old ruinous presidio, which stands
on a rising ground near the village, which it overlooks. It is built in the
form of an open square, like all the other presidios, and was in a most
ruinous state, with the exception of one side, in which the commandant lived,
with his family. There were only two guns, one of which was spiked, and the
other had no carriage. Twelve, half clothed, and half starved looking fellows,
composed the garrison; and they, it was said, had not a musket apiece. The
small settlement lay directly below the fort, composed of about forty dark
brown looking huts, or houses, and two larger ones, plastered, which belonged
to two of the "gente de razon." This town is not more than half as large as
Monterey, or Santa Barbara, and has little or no business. From the presidio,
we rode off in the direction of the mission, which we were told was three
miles distant. The country was rather sandy, and there was nothing for miles
which could be called a tree, but the grass grew green and rank, and there
were many bushes and thickets, and the soil is said to be good. After a
pleasant ride of a couple of miles, we saw the white walls of the mission, and
fording a small river, we came directly before it. The mission is built of
mud, or rather of the unburnt bricks of the country, and plastered. There was
something decidedly striking in its appearance: a number of irregular
buildings, connected with one another, and disposed in the form of a hallow
square, with a church at one end, rising above the rest, with a tower
containing five belfries, in each of which hung a large bell, and with immense
rusty iron crosses at the tops. Just outside of the buildings, and under the
walls, stood twenty or thirty small huts, built of straw and of the branches
of trees, grouped together, in which a few Indians lived, under the protection
and in the service of the mission.
Entering a gate-way, we drove into the open square, in which the
stillness of death reigned. On one side was the church; on another, a range of
high buildings with grated windows; a third was a range of smaller buildings,
or offices; and the fourth seemed to be little more than a high connecting
wall. Not a living creature could we see. We rode twice round the square, in
the hope of waking up some one; and in one circuit, saw a tall monk, with
shaven head, sandals, and the dress of the Grey Friars, pass rapidly through a
gallery, but he disappeared without noticing us. After two circuits, we
stopped our horses, and saw, at last, a man show himself in front of one of
the small buildings. We rode up to him, and found him dressed in the common
dress of the country, with a silver chain round his neck, supporting a large
bunch of keys. From this, we took him to be the steward of the mission, and
addressing him as "Mayordomo," received a low bow and an invitation to walk
into his room. Making our horses fast, we went in. It was a plain room,
containing a table, three or four chairs, a small picture or two of some
saint, or miracle, or martyrdom, and a few dishes and glasses. "Hay algunas
cosa de comer?" said I. "Si Senor!" said he. "Que gusta usted?" Mentioning
frijoles, which I knew they must have if they had nothing else, and beef and
bread, and a hint for wine, if they had any, he went off to another building,
across the court, and returned in a few moments, with a couple of Indian boys,
bearing dishes and a decanter of wine. The dishes contained baked meats,
frijoles stewed with peppers and onions, boiled eggs, and California flour
baked into a kind of macaroni. These, together with the wine, made the most
sumptuous meal we had eaten since we left Boston; and, compared with the fare
we had lived upon for seven months, it was a regal banquet. After despatching
our meal, we took out some money and asked him how much we were to pay. He
shook his head, and crossed himself, saying that it was charity: - that the
Lord gave it to us. Knowing the amount of this to be that he did not sell it,
but was willing to receive a present, we gave him ten or twelve reals, which
he pocketed with admirable nonchalance, saying, "Dios se lo pague." Taking
leave of him, we rode out to the Indians` huts. The little children were
running about among the huts, stark naked, and the men were not much better;
but the women had generally coarse gowns, of a sort of tow cloth. The men are
employed, most of the time, in tending the cattle of the mission, and in
working in the garden, which is a very large one, including several acres, and
filled, it is said, with the best fruits of the climate. The language of these
people, which is spoken by all the Indians of California, is the most brutish
and inhuman language, without any exception, that I ever heard, or that could
well be conceived of. It is a complete slabber. The words fall of the ends of
their tongues, and a continual slabbering sound is made in the cheeks, outside
of the teeth. It cannot have been the language of Montezuma and the
independent Mexicans.
Here, among the huts, we saw the oldest man that I had ever seen; and,
indeed, I never supposed that a person could retain life and exhibit such
marks of age. He was sitting out in the sun, leaning against the side of a
hut; and his legs and arms, which were bare, were of a dark red color, the
skin withered and shrunk up like burnt leather, and the limbs not larger round
than those of a boy of five years. He had a few grey hairs, which were tied
together at the back of his head; and he was so feeble that, when we came up
to him, he raised his hands slowly to his face, and taking hold of his lids
with his fingers, lifted them up to look at us; and being satisfied, let them
drop again. All command over the lid seemed to have gone. I asked his age, but
could get no answer but "Quien sabe?" and they probably did not know the age.
Leaving the mission, we returned to village, going nearly all the way on
a full run. The California horses have no medium gait, which is pleasant,
between walking and running; for as there are no streets and parades, they
have no need of the genteel trot, and their riders usually keep them at the
top of their speed until they are tired, and then let them rest themselves by
walking. The fine air of the afternoon; the rapid rate of the animals, who
seemed almost to fly over the ground; and the excitement and novelty of the
motion to us, who had been so long confined on shipboard, were exhilarating
beyond expression, and we felt willing to ride all day long. Coming into the
village, we found things looking very lively. The Indians, who always have a
holyday on Sunday, were engaged at playing a kind of running game of ball, on
a level piece of ground, near the houses. The old ones sat down in a ring,
looking on, while the young ones - men, boys and girls - were chasing the
ball, and throwing it with all their might. Some of the girls ran like
greyhounds. At every accident, or remarkable feat, the old people set up a
deafening screaming and clapping of hands. Several blue jackets were reeling
about among the houses, which showed that the pulperias had been well
patronized. One or two of the sailors had got on horseback, but being rather
indifferent horsemen, and the Spaniards having given them vicious horses, they
were soon thrown, much to the amusement of the people. A half dozen Sandwich
Islanders, from the hide-houses and the two brigs, who are bold riders, were
dashing about on the full gallop, hallooing and laughing like so many wild
men.
It was now nearly sundown, and S___ and myself went into a house and sat
quietly down to rest ourselves before going down to the beach. Several people
were soon collected to see "los Ingles marineros," and one of them - a young
woman - took a great fancy to my pocket handkerchief, which was a large silk
one that I had before going to sea, and a handsomer one than they had been in
the habit of seeing. Of course, I gave it to her; which brought us into high
favor; and we had a present of some pears and other fruits, which we took down
to the beach with us. When we came to leave the house, we found that our
horses, which we left tied at the door, were both gone. We had paid for them
to ride down to the beach, but they were not to be found. We went to the man
of whom we hired them, but he only shrugged his shoulders, and to our
question, "Where are the horses?" only answered - "Quien sabe?" but as he was
very easy, and made no inquiries for the saddles, we saw that he knew very
well where they were. After a little trouble, determined not to walk down, - a
distance of three miles - we procured two, at four reals apiece, with an
Indian boy to run on behind and bring them back. Determined to have "the go"
out of the horses, for our trouble, we went down at full speed, and were on
the beach in fifteen minutes. Wishing to make our liberty last as long as
possible, we rode up and down among the hide-houses, amusing ourselves with
seeing the men, as they came down, (it was now dusk,) some on horseback and
others on foot. The Sandwich Islanders rode down, and were in "high snuff." We
inquired for our shipmates, and were told that two of them had started on
horseback and had been thrown or had fallen off, and were seen heading for the
beach, but steering pretty wild, and by the looks of things, would not be down
much before midnight.
The Indian boys having arrived, we gave them our horses, and having seen
them safely off, hailed for a boat and went aboard. Thus ended our first
liberty-day on shore. We were well tired, but had had a good time, and were
more willing to go back to our old duties. About midnight, we were waked up by
our two watchmates, who had come aboard in high dispute. It seems they had
started to come down on the same horse, double-backed; and each was accusing
the other of being the cause of his fall. They soon, however, turned-in and
fell asleep, and probably forgot all about it, for the next morning the
dispute was not renewed.
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