On board our own vessel, things went on in the common monotonous way.  The excitement which immediately followed the flogging scene had passed off, but the effect of it upon the crew, and especially upon the two men themselves, remained.  The different manner in which these men were affected, corresponding to their different characters, was not a little remarkable.  John was a foreigner and high-tempered, and though mortified, as any one would be at having had the worst of an encounter, yet his chief feeling seemed to be anger; and he talked much of satisfaction and revenge, if he ever got back to Boston.  But with the other it was very different.  He was an American, and had had some education; and this thing coming upon him seemed completely to break him down.  He had a feeling of the degradation that had been inflicted upon him, which the other man was incapable of.  Before that, he had a good deal of fun in him, and amused us often with queer negro stories (he was from a Slave State); but afterwards he seldom smiled, seemed to lose all life and elasticity, and appeared to have but one wish, and that was for the voyage to be at an end.  I have often known him to draw a long sigh when he was alone, and he took but little part or interest in John’s plans of satisfaction and retaliation.

After a stay of about a fortnight, during which we slipped for one southeaster, and were at sea two days, we got under way for Santa Barbara.  It was now the middle of April, the southeaster season was nearly over, and the light, regular winds, which blow down the coast, began to set steadily in, during the latter part of each day.  Against these we beat slowly up to Santa Barbara—­ a distance of about ninety miles—­ in three days.  There we found, lying at anchor, the large Genoese ship which we saw in the same place on the first day of our coming upon the coast.  She had been up to San Francisco, or, as it is called, ``chock up to windward,’’ had stopped at Monterey on her way down, and was shortly to proceed to San Pedro and San Diego, and thence, taking in her cargo, to sail for Valparaiso and Cadiz.  She was a large, clumsy ship, and, with her topmasts stayed forward, and high poop-deck, looked like an old woman with a crippled back.  It was now the close of Lent, and on Good Friday she had all her yards a’-cock-bill, which is customary among Catholic vessels.  Some also have an effigy of Judas, which the crew amuse themselves with keel-hauling and hanging by the neck from the yard-arms.

[1] Soger (soldier) is the worst term of reproach that can be applied to a sailor.  It signifies a skulk, a shirk,—­ one who is always trying to get clear of work, and is out of the way, or hanging back, when duty is to be done. ``Marine’’ is the term applied more particularly to a man who is ignorant and clumsy about seaman’s work,—­ a greenhorn, a land-lubber.  To make a sailor shoulder a handspike, and walk fore and aft the deck, like a sentry, is as ignominious a punishment as can be put upon him.  Such a punishment inflicted upon an able seaman in a vessel of war might break down his spirit more than a flogging.