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Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 15: (search)
s, and compelled to fly his country. He was President of Venezuela, and had been deprived of his office, before the expiratinow, for an ambitious man! I might become the Warwick of Venezuela, and put the crown on another's head, if I might not wear. But, said he, Señor Castro is the de jure President of Venezuela, and you would be upholding the right in assisting him;—cemselves, to decide. The only government I could know in Venezuela was the de facto. government, for the time being, and thaPirate. Curacoa lies a short distance off the coast of Venezuela, between Laguayra, and Puerto Cabello, and as both of theth my friend Castro's opponent, the de facto President of Venezuela, to see whether I could not prevail upon him, to admit my a convenience to all parties; as well to any citizens of Venezuela, who may have an interest in the cargo, as to the captorsof the essence of neutrality, I take it for granted, that Venezuela will not adopt it. On the other hand, the rule admitti
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 16: (search)
Chapter 16: Steaming along the coast of Venezuela the coral insect, and the wonders of the deep the Andes and the rainy season the Sumter enters the port of Spain, in the British islaisdiction of neutrals, though never so weak. I might have offended against the sovereignty of Venezuela, by capturing this vessel, with impunity, so far as Venezuela was herself concerned, but then Venezuela was herself concerned, but then I should have committed an offence against the laws of nations, and it was these laws that I was, myself, looking to, for protection. Besides, the Secretary of the Navy, in preparing my instructionsdid not freshen, as the day advanced, so much as it had done the day before. The mountains of Venezuela lay sleeping in the distance, robed in a mantle of heavenly blue, numerous sea-birds were on tJuly 30th.—Thick, cloudy weather, with incessant, and heavy rains; hauling in for the coast of Venezuela, near the entrance to the Gulf of Paria. So thick is the weather, that to hold on to the land
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 29: (search)
ports thus hermetically sealed to me, but the ports of neutrals had also been closed against me, as the reader has seen, by unfriendly proclamations and orders in council. In short, during my whole career upon the sea, I had not so much as a single port open to me, into which I could send a prize. What was expected of me under these circumstances? I had shown every disposition, as the reader has seen, to avoid the necessity of burning my prizes. I had sent prizes, both into Cuba and Venezuela, with the hope that at least some of the nations of the earth would relent, and let me in; but the prizes were either handed over to the enemy, on some fraudulent pretext, or expelled. Unlike Jones, I had no alternative. There was nothing left for me but to destroy my prizes, and this course had been forced upon me, by the nations of the earth. How senseless and unjust, then, was the clamor raised against me on this subject; especially in the light of the precedents which the enemy hims
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 38: (search)
I had not hauled my ship up into some cunning nook, or inlet, and hid her away out of sight! The next afternoon I had joined my coal-ship, and we ran in to our anchorage, together, in the little, barren island of Blanquilla, off the coast of Venezuela, where we came to about nightfall. This was one of those little coral islands that skirt the South American coast, not yet fully adapted to the habitation of man. It was occasionally visited by a passing fisherman, or turtler, and a few goat-h characterized as a pirate, and whom he had told to his face, he was no better than a freebooter. But I played the magnanimous. I told the skipper not to be alarmed; that he was perfectly safe on board the Alabama, and that out of respect for Venezuela, within whose maritime jurisdiction we were, I should not even burn his ship. I should detain him, however, as a prisoner, for a few days, I added, to prevent his carrying news of me to the enemy, until I was ready myself to depart. He gladly