The next day, the two vessels got under way for the windward, and left us in quiet possession of the beach.  Our numbers were somewhat enlarged by the opening of the new houses, and the society of the beach was a little changed.  In charge of the Catalina’s house was an old Scotchman, Robert, who, like most of his countrymen, had some education, and, like many of them, was rather pragmatical, and had a ludicrously solemn conceit of himself.  He employed his time in taking care of his pigs, chickens, turkeys, dogs, &c., and in smoking his long pipe.  Everything was as neat as a pin in the house, and he was as regular in his hours as a chronometer, but, as he kept very much by himself, was not a great addition to our society.  He hardly spent a cent all the time he was on the beach, and the others said he was no shipmate.  He had been a petty officer on board the British frigate Dublin, Captain Lord James Townshend, and had great ideas of his own importance.  The man in charge of the Rosa’s house, Schmidt, was an Austrian, but spoke, read, and wrote four languages with ease and correctness.  German was his native tongue, but being born near the borders of Italy, and having sailed out of Genoa, the Italian was almost as familiar to him as his own language.  He was six years on board of an English man-of-war, where he learned to speak our language easily, and also to read and write it.  He had been several years in Spanish vessels, and had acquired that language so well that he could read books in it.  He was between forty and fifty years of age, and was a singular mixture of the man-of-war’s-man and Puritan.  He talked a great deal about propriety and steadiness, and gave good advice to the youngsters and Kanakas, but seldom went up to the town without coming down ``three sheets in the wind.’’ One holiday, he and old Robert (the Scotchman from the Catalina) went up to the town, and got so cosey, talking over old stories and giving each other good advice, that they came down, double-backed, on a horse, and both rolled off into the sand as soon as the horse stopped.  This put an end to their pretensions, and they never heard the last of it from the rest of the men.  On the night of the entertainment at the Rosa’s house, I saw old Schmidt (that was the Austrian’s name) standing up by a hogshead, holding on by both hands, and calling out to himself:  ``Hold on, Schmidt! hold on, my good fellow, or you’ll be on your back!’’ Still, he was an intelligent, good-natured old fellow, and had a chest full of books, which he willingly lent me to read.  In the same house with him were a Frenchman and an Englishman, the latter a regular-built ``man-o’-war Jack,’’ a thorough seaman, a hearty, generous fellow, and, at the same time, a drunken, dissolute dog.  He made it a point to get drunk every time he went to the presidio, when he always managed to sleep on the road, and have his money stolen from him.  These, with a Chilian and half a dozen Kanakas, formed the addition to our company.