Hinkel vanished after being paid off, and he was never seen again around Vancouver. It was thought that he had shipped to the north in a coasting packet running supplies up to St. Michaels or Nome for the thousands of gold-seekers who were swarming into the Yukon with every north-bound ship. McLean and Martin had succumbed to the gold-fever and had shipped as hands on Alaska steamers, and the others had scattered to the four winds of Heaven shortly after being paid off. Donald recalled their shouting of the fare-well chantey as they warped the barque alongside the wharf:—
“The work was hard, the voyage was long,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
The seas were high, the gales were strong,
And it’s time for us to leave her!
She would not steer, nor stay, nor wear,
Leave her, Johnny, leave her!
She shipped it green, and made us swear,
And it’s time for us to leave her!
The sails are furled, our work is done,