"Thank God, it is daylight," said the mate.
It was now morning, and the ship sailed on, and was soon abreast of the castle of Santa Cruz.
"American ship ahoy!" was shouted through a trumpet from the ramparts.
"Hello!" was the response from the deck.
"How many days did you come from?"
"Baltimore—forty-two."
"All right!" And the vessel glided along, and, passing the Sugar-Loaf, soon anchored in the spacious and beautiful harbor of the Brazilian metropolis, with the hog at her masthead.