“On May 31st, a solitary whaler made its way into Port Stanley and dropped anchor. A bearded figure, with curly hair falling to his shoulders, endeavoured to go immediately ashore. He was stopped by the customs officers, but refused to reveal his identity. At length, however, finding matters too warm for him, and possibly afraid of being taken for a German spy, he swore the two officers to secrecy, and thus landed.”

— John Bull (magazine)