w graduates, feels the freshness of academic honors.
He is a native of South Carolina, and a brother of General Evans of that State, who so greatly distinguished himself, afterward, at the battle of Manassas, and on other bloody fields.
If the reader will now cast his eye toward the centre of the table, on my right hand, he will see two gentlemen, both with black hair and eyes, and both somewhat under middle size, conversing together.
These are Dr. Francis L. Galt, the Surgeon, and Mr. Henry Myers, the Paymaster, both from the old service; the former a native of Virginia, and the latter a native of South Carolina; and opposite these, are the Chief Engineer, and Marine Officer,—Mr. Miles J. Freeman, and Lieutenant B. Howell, the latter a brother-in-law of Mr. Jefferson Davis, our honored President.
I have thus gone the circuit of the wardroom.
All these officers, courteous reader, will make the cruise with us, and if you will inspect the adjoining engraving, and are a judge of c
ty of the French revolutionists of 1790, were banished.
Many of them died of yellow fever; others escaped, and wandered off to find inhospitable graves, in other countries; few of them ever returned to France.
Shortly after we came to anchor, the batteries of the town, and some small French steamers of war, that lay in the harbor, fired salutes in honor of the birthday of Louis Napoleon—this being the 15th of August.
The next morning, at daylight, I dispatched Lieutenant Evans, and Paymaster Myers, to the town—the former to call on the Governor, and the latter to see if any coal could be had. Their errand was fruitless.
Not only was there no coal to be purchased, but my officers thought that they had been received rather ungraciously.
The fact is, we found here, as in Curacoa, that the enemy was in possession of the neutral territory.
There was a Federal Consul resident in the place, who was the principal contractor, for supplying the French garrison with fresh beef!
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