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am about to explain . The first few nights I slept on board , everything was in such confusion , that scarcely any of those officers who had no private cabin could find a more commodious bed than a sea-chesty or the lockers of the Midshipmen ' s berth . For my part I slept upon the gun-room table , and D slept
there also . The second night , however , that I had got my hammock slung , was just before we left Falmouth , and the wives of many of the inferior officers being still on board , they were frequently crossing the steerage to one another ' s cabins . I was just in the act of springing into my " flying crib , " when I saw Mrs . Jones , the carpenter ' s wife , a pretty young woman , coming directly towards the place . In order to avoid her I ran round the
mainmast to get into the dark till she had passed ; and succeeded to admiration , for the hatch of the arlop deck being off , I fell down and lay there immoveable till the master-at-arms with his Ian thorn and several others ( among whom was Mrs . Jones ) came and lifted me out , chafed my temples , washed away fHe blood , and put me into my hammock . The anecdote that was built upon this prevented me from applying to the carpenter for a share of his cabin .
After we had been at sea a few days , Captain Smith introduced me to the Ambassador . * ? * He was something of a courtier . I had had several conversations with the Baron de Zandt before . The treasurer , Senor Castillio , was a very quiet gentlemanly man . I dined with them the same day in the
statecabin , and was no wiser when I got up than when I sat down . I mean with respect to the express business we were upon ; so guarded were they all in their expressions . But I had an opportunity of considering their characters , which was something gamed .
The Ambassador was a man of about fifty years of age , low stature , small delicate make , yet with somewhat of a sinewy , hard favoured appearance . His countenance was lean and cadaverous , and so imperturbable that , even when speaking , he scarcely ever moved any other muscles of the face than those necessary to the opening of the mouth . He had a keen quiet eye , and never
looked hard at any thing . He spoke seidom , and then in a low voice and very quick . All these seemed to me the signs of a capable character ; yet there were some points connected with previous circumstances which I could not reconcile with a belief of his penetration . How far he might have suffered his own judgment to be influenced by other considerations ( whether connected with the desires of the Mexican Government or his
credence of certain documents and reports ) I cannot say . He was dressed in a dark blue jacket , very much braided and frogged , with a little pinched-up tail behind . Moreover he was a great epicure , and had brought his French cook aboard with him .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1836, page 609, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2662/page/21/
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