As the Albatross approached the coast, the buildings of a small seaport became distinguishable. Some large houses faced the sea, and a battery commanded the entrance to the port; but with the exception of one or two streets running at right angles, the buildings straggled about with very little pretensions to regularity. The country seemed thinly inhabited, yet looked fertile and picturesque. Broad hills and valleys and noble views were observable in the distance;—a wild and lofty rock rose along the coast; and forests of noble trees were spread out in various directions. There was no shipping in the bay, except a few small craft; but the beach was crowded with spectators. It was observed that, among the hundreds who were watching the progress of the ship from the shore, there was only one female: the rest were men, and they were apparently of all ages, but principally men in the prime of life and in the full vigour of health. The appearance of only one woman surrounded by such an assemblage of the other sex seemed so remarkable, that it attracted the attention of all on board. As the ship entered the bay, several boats were put off, and the crew of each seemed to strain every nerve in endeavouring to get first alongside the vessel. In a few minutes the Albatross was boarded by several different parties.
“How many women have you?” cried one; as soon as he reached the deck.
“Let me see your cargo of female emigrants,” demanded another as he bustled up to the captain.
“I want a wife!” shouted a third.
“We have no women here,” exclaimed Hearty.
“No women!” cried they in full chorus, looking as disappointed as men could be.
“None,” replied the captain.
“What! have you brought us no wives?” asked one in a most doleful tone.
“Nothing of the kind,” said Hearty.