The welcome and unmistakable smell of land came to us over the water, and presently the mouth of the Vigo River opened out, revealing a maze of leading lights.
The engine behaved itself, and by midnight the dream ship had anchored off the town, to an accompaniment of star shells and crackers.
It pleased us to imagine that these were our welcome, but as a fact the inevitable Spanish fiesta was in progress. We had made our first foreign port.
THE CANARY ISLANDS
Dropping the pilot—and the result
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CHAPTER IV
Dropping the pilot—and the result
Our first and imperative need was sleep. There comes a time when enforced wakefulness causes the eyes to feel as though they were sinking into the head. We of the dream ship had reached this pitch, and turned in "all standing," to remain log-like until disturbed by port officials at five o'clock the next morning.