He answered all my companion’s
      questions with perfect freedom; told him that he had no doubt of
      his father’s having been picked up, as there were no less than
      five sail in sight just before sundown on the day he was cut
      adrift; and used other language of a consolatory nature, which
      occasioned me no less surprise than pleasure. Indeed, I began to
      entertain hopes, that through the instrumentality of Peters we
      might be finally enabled to regain possession of the brig, and
      this idea I mentioned to Augustus as soon as I found an
      opportunity. He thought the matter possible, but urged the
      necessity of the greatest caution in making the attempt, as the
      conduct of the hybrid appeared to be instigated by the most
      arbitrary caprice alone; and, indeed, it was difficult to say if
      he was at any moment of sound mind. Peters went upon deck in
      about an hour, and did not return again until noon, when he
      brought Augustus a plentiful supply of junk beef and pudding. Of
      this, when we were left alone, I partook heartily, without
      returning through the hole. No one else came down into the
      forecastle during the day, and at night, I got into Augustus’
      berth, where I slept soundly and sweetly until nearly daybreak,
      when he awakened me upon hearing a stir upon deck, and I regained
      my hiding-place as quickly as possible. When the day was fully
      broke, we found that Tiger had recovered his strength almost
      entirely, and gave no indications of hydrophobia, drinking a
      little water that was offered him with great apparent eagerness. During the day he regained all his former vigour and appetite. His strange conduct had been brought on, no doubt, by the
      deleterious quality of the air of the hold, and had no connexion
      with canine madness. I could not sufficiently rejoice that I had
      persisted in bringing him with me from the box. This day was the
      thirtieth of June, and the thirteenth since the Grampus made sail
      from Nantucket. On the second of July the mate came below drunk as usual, and in
      an excessively good-humor. He came to Augustus’s berth, and,
      giving him a slap on the back, asked him if he thought he could
      behave himself if he let him loose, and whether he would promise
      not to be going into the cabin again. To this, of course, my
      friend answered in the affirmative, when the ruffian set him at
      liberty, after making him drink from a flask of rum which he drew
      from his coat-pocket. Both now went on deck, and I did not see
      Augustus for about three hours. He then came below with the good
      news that he had obtained permission to go about the brig as he
      pleased anywhere forward of the mainmast, and that he had been
      ordered to sleep, as usual, in the forecastle. He brought me,
      too, a good dinner, and a plentiful supply of water. The brig was
      still cruising for the vessel from the Cape Verds, and a sail was
      now in sight, which was thought to be the one in question. As the
      events of the ensuing eight days were of little importance, and
      had no direct bearing upon the main incidents of my narrative, I
      will here throw them into the form of a journal, as I do not wish
      to omit them altogether. July 3. Augustus furnished me with three blankets, with which I
      contrived a comfortable bed in my hiding-place. No one came
      below, except my companion, during the day. Tiger took his
      station in the berth just by the aperture, and slept heavily, as
      if not yet entirely recovered from the effects of his sickness. Toward night a flaw of wind struck the brig before sail could be
      taken in, and very nearly capsized her. The puff died away
      immediately, however, and no damage was done beyond the splitting
      of the foretopsail. Dirk Peters treated Augustus all this day
      with great kindness and entered into a long conversation with him
      respecting the Pacific Ocean, and the islands he had visited in
      that region. He asked him whether he would not like to go with
      the mutineers on a kind of exploring and pleasure voyage in those
      quarters, and said that the men were gradually coming over to the
      mate’s views. To this Augustus thought it best to reply that he
      would be glad to go on such an adventure, since nothing better
      could be done, and that any thing was preferable to a piratical
      life. July 4th. The vessel in sight proved to be a small brig from
      Liverpool, and was allowed to pass unmolested. Augustus spent
      most of his time on deck, with a view of obtaining all the
      information in his power respecting the intentions of the
      mutineers. They had frequent and violent quarrels among
      themselves, in one of which a harpooner, Jim Bonner, was thrown
      overboard. The party of the mate was gaining ground. Jim Bonner
      belonged to the cook’s gang, of which Peters was a partisan. July 5th. About daybreak there came on a stiff breeze from the
      west, which at noon freshened into a gale, so that the brig could
      carry nothing more than her trysail and foresail. In taking in
      the foretopsail, Simms, one of the common hands, and belonging
      also to the cook’s gang, fell overboard, being very much in
      liquor, and was drowned—no attempt being made to save him. The
      whole number of persons on board was now thirteen, to wit: Dirk
      Peters; Seymour, the black cook; Jones, Greely, Hartman Rogers
      and William Allen, all of the cook’s party; the mate, whose name
      I never learned; Absalom Hicks, Wilson, John Hunty Richard
      Parker, of the mate’s party;—besides Augustus and myself. July 6th. The gale lasted all this day, blowing in heavy squalls,
      accompanied with rain. The brig took in a good deal of water
      through her seams, and one of the pumps was kept continually
      going, Augustus being forced to take his turn. Just at twilight a
      large ship passed close by us, without having been discovered
      until within hail. The ship was supposed to be the one for which
      the mutineers were on the lookout. The mate hailed her, but the
      reply was drowned in the roaring of the gale. At eleven, a sea
      was shipped amidships, which tore away a great portion of the
      larboard bulwarks, and did some other slight damage. Toward
      morning the weather moderated, and at sunrise there was very
      little wind. July 7th. There was a heavy swell running all this day, during
      which the brig, being light, rolled excessively, and many
      articles broke loose in the hold, as I could hear distinctly from
      my hiding-place. I suffered a great deal from sea-sickness.