Hurrah! Ay, there it is! Behold how mincingly it creeps over the sea, just ruffling and crisping it.
Our top-men were at once sent aloft to loose the sails, and presently they faintly began to distend.

As yet we hardly had steerage-way.
Toward sunset the stranger bore down before the wind, a complete pyramid of canvas.

Never before, I venture to say, was Cape Horn so audaciously insulted.

Stun'-sails alow and aloft; royals, moon-sails, and everything else.

She glided under our stern, within hailing distance, and the signal-quarter-master ran up our ensign to the gaff.
"Ship ahoy!" cried the Lieutenant of the Watch, through his trumpet.
"Halloa!" bawled an old fellow in a green jacket, clap-ping one hand to his mouth, while he held on with the other to the mizzen-shrouds.
"What ship's that ?" "The Sultan, Indiaman, from New York, and bound to Callao and Canton, sixty days out, all well.