“At length, when our patience was well nigh exhausted, the much desired change of wind occurred. Cat's-paws, from the westward, came playing over the bay; then the vessels under Staten Island began to move more swiftly; our Captain appeared on deck beaming with delight; even the mates forget to swear; all hands went to work at the capstan, singing merrily and, as the sun threw longer shadows from her tall masts and ponderous yards, the Fearless, with anchor tripped and royals fluttering to the breeze, glided majestically forth upon her voyage.” [p.292]

“Charts were now in constant requisition, the deep sea lead was mysteriously mentioned, and an anchor got ready. Fresher blew the wind; and bets were ventured on the exact time of our arrival in port. The crew received less ill usage and more grog. Their songs sounded cheerily from the pumps, or the braces; and again, were hornpipes vigorously danced, while the blind fiddler, mounted on an empty cask, seemed to share the general animation.” [p.298]
[My Voyage in an American Clipper, Hunt's Yachting Magazine, Vol.11, July, 1862]