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Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 31: (search)
The author leaves Liverpool to join the Alabama arrival at Terceira description of the Alabama preparing her for sea the Portuguesehad proceeded, a few days before, to her rendezvous, the island of Terceira, one of the group of the Azores. The name 290 may need a word of tily by our crew. We were a week on the passage from Liverpool to Terceira; our old friend, Captain Tessier, of the Bahama, with whom I had mubjected during the war. There are two harbors called Angra, in Terceira—East Angra, and West Angra. We were anchored in the latter, and t, from the ship to the shore, I was charmed with the appearance of Terceira. Every square foot of the island seemed to be under the most elabms, pears, figs, dates, oranges, and melons all in full bearing at Terceira. The little town of Angra, abreast of which we were anchored, wassea, and under the shadow of the smiling and picturesque island of Terceira, which nature seemed to have decked specially for the occasion, so
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 32: (search)
eem to have the power of self-restraint, especially under the treatment he received, which was not gentle. The captain was rough toward him, and the poor fellow seemed very much cowed and humbled, trembling when spoken to harshly. His very forlornness drew me toward him. He was an Italian, evidently of gentle blood, and as, with the Italians, drinking to intoxication is not an ineradicable vice, I felt confident that he could be reformed under proper treatment. And so, when we arrived at Terceira, I asked Bartelli how he would like to go with me, as steward, on board the Alabama. He seemed to be delighted with the proposal. There is one understanding, however, I said to him, which you and I must have: you must never touch a drop of liquor, on board the ship, on duty. When you go on shore, on liberty, if you choose to have a little frolic, that is your affair, provided, always, you come off sober. Is it a bargain? It is, Captain, said he; I promise you I will behave myself like a
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 34: (search)
hus ludicruously apparelled, would have to be hoisted or lifted on board, being too comfortably drunk to attend to his own locomotion. Each offender knew that he would have to walk straight into the Brig, upon being thus detected in the violation of these orders, and that punishment would speedily follow the offence; and yet I found it one of the most difficult parts of my duty, to convince some of these free-and-easy fellows, who had mistaken the Alabama, when they signed the articles off Terceira, (after that stump speech before referred to,) for what Mr. Seward and Mr. Adams insisted she was, a privateer, that everything was captured in the name of the Confederate States, and that nothing belonged to them personally. The California-bound ships frequently had on board boxes and bales of fine clothing, boots, shoes, and hats, but not a garment was allowed to be brought on board except such as the paymaster might need for issue. It seemed hard to consign all these tempting articles
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 36: (search)
The engineer having now reported to me, that we had no more than about four days of fuel on board, I resolved to withdraw from the American coast, run down into the West Indies, to meet my coal ship, and renew my supply. Being uncertain, in the commencement of my career, as to the reception I should meet with, in neutral ports, and fearing that I might have difficulty in procuring coal in the market, I had arranged, with my ever-attentive co-laborer, Captain Bullock, when we parted off Terceira, to have a supply-ship sent out to me, from time to time, as I should indicate to him the rendezvous. The island of Martinique was to be the first rendezvous, and it was thither accordingly that we were now bound. This resolution was taken on the 30th of October, and shaping our course, and making sail accordingly, we soon crossed the southern edge of the Gulf Stream, and were in a comparatively desert track of the ocean. Our sinews were once more relaxed, and we had a few days of the do
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 37: (search)
ortably seated on the quarter-deck, with several of the young officers around them, and with the children playing at their feet. Such was the contrast which the Alabama presented, on that quiet Sabbath day, with her former self only a few weeks back, when we had been rolling and tumbling in the Gulf Stream, with crippled yards, torn sails, and her now bright sides seamed and defaced with iron-rust from her corroding chains. We were soon ready to go into port—our first port since leaving Terceira. Men and officers were all desirous of a little relaxation, and were pretty soon on the look-out for land. On the next day, at two P. M., we made the island of Dominica—the same Dominica that lay so fast asleep in the gentle moonlight, on the night that the little Sumter ran so close along it, like a startled deer, after her escape from the Iroquois. We were returning to our old cruising-ground, after an interval of just one year, in a filer and faster ship, and we cared very little now a