Named Entity Results, Flores

oil arrangement is, too, in another aspect. It enables the monster, when it requires rest, to lay its head on the softest kind of a pillow, an ocean wave, and sleep as unconcernedly as the child does upon the bosom of its mother. On the day after the capture of the Ocmulgee, we chased and overhauled a French ship, bound to Marseilles. After speaking this ship, and telling her that we were a United States cruiser, we bore away north, half west, and in a couple of hours made the island of Flores, the westernmost of the Azores, and a favorite island to be sighted by the whalers, for the correction of their chronometers. Approaching it just at nightfall, we shortened sail, and lay off and on during the night. This island is an exceedingly picturesque object. It rises like a huge mountain from the depths of the sea, with the bluest and deepest of water all around it. It is rock-bound, and there is scarcely any part of it, where a ship might not haul alongside of the rocks, and make

of Lagens, on the south side of the island of Flores, and, having approached the beach quite near, ton, from Fayal, bound to Boston by the way of Flores, for which island she had some passengers, sevzily in the upper air, that fleckered the sea. Flores, which was sending off to us, even at this disas richer than the Governor, when he landed in Flores; where the simple islanders are content with aStill she was obstinate. She was steering for Flores, and probably, like the Starlight, had her eyet that there were a good many steamers passing Flores, that day. It was still early in the afternooneward bound. Having beaten the cover of which Flores was the centre, pretty effectually, I now stre a glimpse from the mast-head of the island of Flores, distant about forty miles. The next morninroutine of the ship, I resolved to run back to Flores, and land them. I had eight whale-boats in toand there was quite a regatta under the lee of Flores that afternoon, the boats of each ship strivin

Chapter 34: The Yankee colony in the island of Flores what the captains of the Virginia and Elisha Dunbar said of the Alabama, when they got back to the land of the Saints the whaling season at the Azores at an end the Alabama changes her cruising ground what she saw and did. The reader has seen how rapidly we had been peopling the little island of Flores. I had thrown ashore there, nearly as many Yankee sailors as there were original inhabitants. I should now have gone bacFlores. I had thrown ashore there, nearly as many Yankee sailors as there were original inhabitants. I should now have gone back with the crews of two more ships, but for the bad weather. Jack, suddenly released from the labors and confinement of his ship, must have run riot in this verdant little paradise, where the law was too weak to restrain him. With his swagger, devil-may-care air, and propensity for fun and frolic, when he has a drop in his eye, the simple inhabitants must have been a good deal puzzled to fix the genus of the bird that had so suddenly dropped down upon them. The history of my colony would, no d