The reader will bear these instructions in mind, as events will prove their wisdom and importance, and the disasters which ensued in consequence of the neglect of them.

CHAPTER V.

     Sailing of the Tonquin.—­A Rigid Commander and a Reckless
     Crew.—­Landsmen on Shipboard.—­Fresh-Water Sailors at Sea.—­
     Lubber Nests.—­Ship Fare.—­A Labrador Veteran—­Literary
     Clerks.-Curious Travellers.—­Robinson Crusoe’s Island.—­
     Quarter-Deck Quarrels.—­Falkland Islands.—­A Wild-Goose
     Chase.—­Port Egmont.-Epitaph Hunting.—­Old Mortality—­
     Penguin Shooting.—­Sportsmen Left in the Lurch.—­A Hard
     Pull.—­Further Altercations.—­Arrival at Owyhee.

On the eighth of September, 1810, the Tonquin put to sea, where she was soon joined by the frigate Constitution.  The wind was fresh and fair from the southwest, and the ship was soon out of sight of land and free from the apprehended danger of interruption.  The frigate, therefore, gave her “God speed,” and left her to her course.

The harmony so earnestly enjoined by Mr. Astor on this heterogeneous crew, and which had been so confidently promised in the buoyant moments of preparation, was doomed to meet with a check at the very outset.

Captain Thorn was an honest, straighforward, but somewhat dry and dictatorial commander, who, having been nurtured in the system and discipline of a ship of war, and in a sacred opinion of the supremacy of the quarter-deck, was disposed to be absolute lord and master on board of his ship.  He appears, moreover, to have had no great opinion, from the first, of the persons embarked with him—­He had stood by with surly contempt while they vaunted so bravely to Mr. Astor of all they could do and all they could undergo; how they could face all weathers, put up with all kinds of fare, and even eat dogs with a relish, when no better food was to be had.  He had set them down as a set of landlubbers and braggadocios, and was disposed to treat them accordingly.  Mr. Astor was, in his eyes, his only real employer, being the father of the enterprise, who furnished all funds and bore all losses.  The others were mere agents and subordinates, who lived at his expense.  He evidently had but a narrow idea of the scope and nature of the enterprise, limiting his views merely to his part of it; everything beyond the concerns of his ship was out of his sphere; and anything that interfered with the routine of his nautical duties put him in a passion.

The partners, on the other hand, had been brought up in the service of the Northwest Company, and in a profound idea of the importance, dignity, and authority of a partner.  They already began to consider themselves on a par with the M’Tavishes, the M’Gillivrays, the Frobishers, and the other magnates of the Northwest, whom they had been accustomed to look up to as the great ones of the earth; and they were a little disposed, perhaps, to wear their suddenly-acquired honors with some air of pretension.  Mr. Astor, too, had put them on their mettle with respect to the captain, describing him as a gunpowder fellow who would command his ship in fine style, and, if there was any fighting to do, would “blow all out of the water.”