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authority over his disorderly crew. I do not 
know whether the scrivano entered in his 
journal that the passengers and a part of the 
crew were in a state of mutiny on that day, 
but such was the fact. With the prospect 
of several days of starvation before us if we 
did not land for provisions, we paid no 
regard to the captain’s fierce looks, nor to 
his oft-repeated “ Io sono capitano ! ” * We 
had to row about a mile and a half to the 
town, which appeared to be a poor, small 
place, but we were not allowed to leave the 
quay, where we were guarded by two quaran¬ 
tine officers, to prevent our touching any 
person. We were soon supplied with an 
abundance of provisions, consisting of bread, 
bacon, fish, eggs, and potatoes, all of very 
good quality except the latter, which were 
* “ I am captain ! ” 
