the meantime, the Alabama was approaching another track of commerce, across which she intended to run, on her way to Martinique —the track of the homeward-bound East India ships of the enemy.
Toward midnight of the 7th of November, we descried a schooner, standing to the southward, to which we gave chase.
She had heels, as weld.
We were once more in gentle airs, and a smooth sea; and in a few minutes, the boarding-officer was alongside of him. She proved to be as we had expected, an East India trader.
She was the T. B. Wales, of Boston, from Calcutta, for Boston, with a cargo consisting chiefly of jute, linseed, and saltpetre.
Of the latter, she had board their entire wardrobes, of course, without permitting it to be examined, but was forced to consign to the flames some fancy chairs and other articles of East India workmanship, which they seemed to prize very highly.
I dare say they thought hard of it, at the time, though, I doubt not, they have long since forgiven me. Bo