Lighted torches were repeatedly held over the vessel's side to summon a pilot; no pilot, however, made his appearance, and we were therefore obliged to trust to chance, and anchor at the mouth of the bay.
On the morning of the 13th a pilot came on board, and astonished us with the intelligence that we had anchored before the wrong bay.

We had some trouble in working our way out, and anchoring about noon in the right one.

A pretty little chateau-like building immediately attracted our attention.

We took it for some advanced building of the town, and congratulated one another on having reached our temporary destination so quickly.

On approaching nearer, however, we could perceive no signs of the town, and learned that the building was a small fort, and that Santos was situated in a second bay, communicating with the first by a small arm of the sea.
Unluckily, the wind had by this time fallen, and we were obliged to be at anchor all day, and it was not until the 14th that a slight breeze sprang up and wafted us into port.
Santos is most charmingly situated at the entrance of a large valley.