Sailing From The Island They Pillage The Cabin There was a small carronade on the forecastle, unshipped from its carriage, and lashed down to ringbolts on the deck.

This Samoa now loaded; and with an ax knocking off the round knob upon the breech, rammed it home in the tube.

When, running the cannon out at one of the ports, and studying well his aim, he let fly, sunk the boat, and buried his dead.
It was now late in the afternoon; and for the present bent upon avoiding land, and gaining the shoreless sea, never mind where, Samoa again forced round his craft before the wind, leaving the island astern.

The decks were still cumbered with the bodies of the Lahineese, which heel to point and crosswise, had, log-like, been piled up on the main-hatch.

These, one by one, were committed to the sea; after which, the decks were washed down.
At sunrise next morning, finding themselves out of sight of land, with little or no wind, they stopped their headway, and lashed the tiller alee, the better to enable them to overhaul the brigantine; especially the recesses of the cabin.