William P. Chipman, In ship and prison (1908)
“ The breeze was a good one, the vessel proved herself a good sailer, and before sundown we were out of sight of land.I do not imagine there was ever a more complacent lad than myself when I took the second watch at eight bells, and found myself for the time in sole command of the vessel. The night was a beautiful one; the stars showed bright and clear in the deep vault over my head; the wind—a west one—bore us rapidly along our course; the brig responded to every touch of the wheel like a thing of life ”
