Certificates of naturalization were delivered on the spot, the fees were paid, and the schooner left us.
That night it blew a gale, and we had no more visitors until the following morning.

As the sun rose, however, we fell in with three schooners, under the Leaplow flag, all of which seemed bound on errands of life or death.

The first that reached us sent a boat on board, and a committee of six bob-upon-bobs hurried up our sides, and lost no time in introducing themselves.

I shall give their own account of their business and characters.
It would seem that they were what is called a "nominating committee" of the Horizontals, for the City of Bivouac, the port to which we were bound, where an election was about to take place for members of the great National Council.

Bivouac was entitled to send seven members; and having nominated themselves, the committee were now in quest of a seventh candidate to fill the vacancy.