CHAPTER XIV 
UNDAY, wth Dec— Leave the Falklands. We blew 
^ our fog-horn continuously, but no pilot answered 
our signal. So we sat down to breakfast, and after 
we had done the pilot appeared. He had been hunting 
for a boat to take him off! Who ever heard of a 
pilot hunting for his boat ? He had not far to take 
us — only about one thousand yards through the Nar- 
rows ; but he took our letters ashore, so he was of 
some use. 
As we steamed out of the Narrows and turned to our 
right, up Port William, we passed the Active at anchor, and 
our men gave her three cheers and three cheers more, and 
the Active's crew climbed into their shrouds and answered 
with much feeling. I felt sorry for the poor crew of the 
C B , a Glasgow ship, lying all dishevelled, the rust 
trickling down her grey sides and white ports, and all her 
gear adrift. Her crew were all down with that hideous 
disease scurvy. They must have turned very sadly in their 
bunks as they heard the full-throated shouting as we passed 
and left them in the solitude of that lonely loch. Poor 
fellows ! they were dying one by one : the accounts we heard 
of their sufferings were most distressing. Yet there are 
those who would not have men unite to protect themselves 
from such awful ills, who would have men and boys, with 
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