was against me, and after I had been in the water more than an hour, I became numb with cold, and was nearly exhausted.
Just then the boat of a transport schooner picked me up, and found, to their surprise, that they had captured a rebel.
The captain of this schooner made me as comfortable as possible that night with whiskey and blankets, for which I sincerely thanked him. I was handed over next morning to the mercy of Admiral Dahlgren.
He ordered me to be transferred to the guard-ship Ottowa, lying outside the rest of the fleet.
Upon reaching the quarter-deck of this vessel, 1 was met and recognized by her Commander, William D. Whiting.
He was an honorable gentleman and high-toned officer.
I was informed that his orders were to have me put in irons, and if obstreperous, in double irons.
I smiled, and told him his duty was to obey orders, and mine to adapt myself to circumstances — I could see no occasion to be obstreperous.
I think Captain Whiting felt mortified at being o