With the three left of the crew of the schooner Stacey we now had twenty-nine prisoners on board, which, when the number of our own force and the manner in which it was made up, was considered, was more than we wanted to watch.
So we landed them at Tristan da Cunha, sending off an abundant supply of stores from the last prize to maintain them until called for by some passing vessel.
The Island of Tristan da Cunha taken its name from the Portuguese discoverer.
It was when Bonaparte was a prisoner at St. Helena, occupied by the British as a naval station.
When we were there there were thirty-five souls on the island, divided into seven families.
The island is about seven miles each way and very high.
One side of it, on the northwest, is productive and had fine beef cattle, chickens, eggs, milk, butter and sheep.
It is a good point to call for such stores, but while the water is bold and deep, there is a kelp, or sea weed, growing up from the bottom and so covering