nconscious of the approaching stranger.
We were running free, with the starboard studding-sails set, and when the stranger, who, by this time, had hoisted the United States colors, crossed our bows, we suddenly took in all the studding-sails, braced sharp up, tacked, and fired a gun, at the same moment.
The stranger at once haulejog, jog of the pumps, through half the night, I have had but little rest.
December 8th.—This is an anniversary with me. On this day, fifteen years ago, the United States brig-of-war Somers, of which I was the commander, was capsized and sunk, off Vera Cruz, having half her crew, of 120 officers and men, drowned.
It occurred duke-stack, and started the fires in the furnaces.
Having done this, we approached him somewhat cautiously, keeping the weather-gauge of him, and showed him the United States colors.
He soon hoisted the same.
Getting a nearer view of him, we now discovered him to be a whaler.
The engineer at once discontinued his firing up, and t
d experienced a heavy gale, had sprung some of her spars, and was leaking badly—hence the easy sail she had been under.
Although the sea was still very rough, and the weather lowering, we got on board from the prize, some water, and provisions, clothing, and small stores.
The supply of pea-jackets, whalers' boots, and flannel over-shirts, which our paymaster had been unable to procure in the West Indies, was particularly acceptable to us, battling, as we now were, with the gales of the North Atlantic, in the month of December.
We brought away from her, also, two of her fine whale-boats, so valuable in rough weather; making room for them on deck, by the side of the Sumter's launch.
The crew of the Dodge, consisting of twenty-two persons, made a considerable addition to our small community.
We fired the prize at half-past 6, P. M., as the shades of evening were closing in, and made sail on our course.
The flames burned red and lurid in the murky atmosphere, like some Jack-oa — lan