Sunday, September 20th.—­Hauled the ship over to get at the copper around the blow-pipe, which was worn off.  Visited the shore at half-past nine, took a long walk, dropped in upon the Post-captain, and went to church—­Father Kiernan saying mass.  He is an earnest, simple-minded Irish priest, with a picturesque little church on the hill-side, and a small congregation composed chiefly of soldiers and sailors—­a seaman serving mass.  Captain Coxon and a couple of the Lieutenants of the squadron being present.  Liberty-men returning in greater numbers to-day—­the money is giving out.

Monday, September 21st.—­At daylight, hauled the steamer alongside again, and recommenced coaling.  Called to see the ladies at the Admiral’s after dinner, and walked through their quite extensive garden, winding up a ravine with a rapid little stream of water passing through it.

Tuesday, September 22nd.—­A large number of liberty-men on shore yet.  The Yankee Consul, with his usual unscrupulousness, is trying to persuade them to desert.  With one or two exceptions, the whole crew have broken their liberty—­petty officers and all.  With many improvements in the character of the seaman of the present day, in regard to intelligence, he is, in some respects, as bad as ever.  Finished coaling this evening.

Wednesday, September 23rd.—­Refitting the fore-topmasts.  Some twenty men still absent.  A few are picked up by the Simon’s Town police for the sake of the reward.  And the sailor-landlords, those pests of all sea-ports, are coming on board and presenting bills for board, &c.  Of course these claims are not listened to.  It is a common contrivance with Jack and these sharks, to endeavor to extort money out of their ships.

The process is simple enough.  The landlord gives Jack a glass or two of bad liquor, and it may be, a meal or two, and it is agreed between them that a bill of twenty times the value received shall be acknowledged.  The land-shark charges in this exorbitant way for the risk he runs of not being able to get anything, so he has nothing to complain of when he happens to come across a captain who is disposed to protect his seamen from such extortion.  Knowing the villains well, I did not permit them to impose upon me.

Thursday, September 24th.—­Waiting for the chance of getting over my deserters from Cape Town.  Informed by telegraph, in the afternoon, that it was useless to wait longer, as the police declined to act.  It thus appears that the authorities declined to enable me to recover my men—­fourteen in number, enough to cripple my crew.  This is another of those remarkable interpretations of neutrality in which John Bull seems to be so particularly fertile.  Informed by telegrams from Cape Town that vessels had arrived reporting the Vanderbilt on two successive days off Cape Aguthas and Point Danger.  The moon being near its full, I preferred not to have her blockade me in Simon’s Bay, as it might detain me until I should have a “dark moon,” and being all ready for sea, this would have been irksome; so the gale having lulled somewhat, towards 9 P.M., I ordered steam to be got up, and at half-past eleven, we moved out from our anchors.