I soon began to climb the rigging of the brig, ascending to the mast-heads.
We had a ship, a brig, and twelve schooners, fourteen sail in all.
We sailed two days after I joined the brig, and had a ten or twelve days' passage.
The brig sailed, however, and stood across the Atlantic, as if in good earnest.
The idea of remaining in the brig was unpleasant to me, and I had thought of quitting her for some days.
The brig loaded with cocao, in bulk, at Guayaquil, and sailed for Cadiz.
Our passage from Para was good until the brig reached the latitude of Bermuda.
At this time the brig minded her helm, and fell off, coming under command.
A beautiful American-built brig, was lying in port, bound to Africa, for slaves.
At the next instant, the brig rose on a sea, settled in the trough, and struck.