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The Daily Dispatch: September 19, 1864., [Electronic resource], The cruise of the "Tallahassee." (search)
"No!" said he inquiringly, "Oh! you wouldn't do that — I'm a poor fellow — only a fisherman, sir." "But you are the very fellows we are after," was the reply. The poor devil looked ready to sink through the deck, but managed to get into his boat again, and pulled off after his dunnage. He was allowed to take everything he wanted — small boats, lines, &c., and then his craft was scuttled. The skipper and his three men were put into their small boats and towed down to the Sarah Harris and turned adrift. We saw him on board, and steamed away. The appearance of several mirages of remarkable beauty and distinctiveness have afforded us some pleasure. The fog clouds that hang low upon the water, play fantastic tricks with the sails beneath, or in them. Sometimes a fac of a vessel is seen reversed upon a cloud, apparently high in the air; sometimes it appears cut in half, one part towering, like a marble column, an hundred feet in the air. Sometimes, again, they lo<
The Daily Dispatch: September 19, 1864., [Electronic resource], [Second week.] (search)
"No!" said he inquiringly, "Oh! you wouldn't do that — I'm a poor fellow — only a fisherman, sir." "But you are the very fellows we are after," was the reply. The poor devil looked ready to sink through the deck, but managed to get into his boat again, and pulled off after his dunnage. He was allowed to take everything he wanted — small boats, lines, &c., and then his craft was scuttled. The skipper and his three men were put into their small boats and towed down to the Sarah Harris and turned adrift. We saw him on board, and steamed away. The appearance of several mirages of remarkable beauty and distinctiveness have afforded us some pleasure. The fog clouds that hang low upon the water, play fantastic tricks with the sails beneath, or in them. Sometimes a fac of a vessel is seen reversed upon a cloud, apparently high in the air; sometimes it appears cut in half, one part towering, like a marble column, an hundred feet in the air. Sometimes, again, they lo<