His CAPTORS. 189 



Three Whalers in a Gam. Indian Look-out. 



At early dawn the mast heads were manned, 

 and the horizon carefully scanned in every di- 

 rection; and the survey increased in interest 

 and care as the hour of sunrise drew nigh. But 

 no whales were in sight. 



The wind was light, and they packed on all 

 sail, steering to the northward, in company with 

 the ships they had fallen in with the day be- 

 fore the Orion being about five miles distant, 

 broad off on the weather bow, and the Lupin 

 about three points under the lee not more than 

 two or three miles off. Being in the northeast 

 trade winds, and standing along to the north- 

 ward, they all, of course, had the starboard 

 tacks on board. 



On board the Cremona, said her captain, in 

 giving this account, we had our mast heads 

 doubly manned ; and at the main-top-gallant- 

 head was stationed Webquish, a smart, active 

 Gay Head Indian, who was a faithful sentinel on 

 such occasions, with a restless eye, and a keen- 

 ness of vision seldom surpassed by any of his 

 race. All hands were on deck, and expectation 

 was exhibited in the grave demeanor and semi- 

 smiling countenances of the crew. 



It was about nine o'clock in the forenoon that 



