d the wonders of the deep
the Andes and the rainy season
the Sumter enters the port of Spain, in the British island of Trinidad, and Coals, and sails again.
There was a fresh trade-wind blowing, and some sea on, as the Sumter brought her head arto make the proper landfall for running into the Gulf of Paria, on which is situated the Port of Spain, in the island of Trinidad, to which we were bound.
We opened the gulf as early as nine A. M., and soon afterward identified the three islands thas busy with me, as the Sumter passed through the Dragon's Mouth.
I had made my first cruise to this identical island of Trinidad, when a green midshipman in the Federal Navy.
A few years before, the elder Commodore Perry—he of Lake Erie memory—had ntly by inspecting the magnificent scenery by which I was surrounded, through an excellent telescope.
The vegetation of Trinidad is varied, and luxuriant beyond description.
As the clouds would break away, and the sun light up the wilderness of wav
s a little ceremony to be complied with, on your part, first.
What is that?
said he. How do I know, I rejoined, that you have any authority to demand a sight of my commission —the flag at your peak may be a cheat, and you may be no better than you take me for, a ship of war of some hitherto unknown government—you must show me your commission first.
This was said, pleasantly, on my part, for the idea was quite ludicrous, that a large, and stately steam-frigate, bearing the proud cross of St. George, could be such as I had hypothetically described her. But I was right as to the point I had made, to wit, that one ship of war has no right to demand a sight of the commission of another, without first showing her own. Indeed, this principle is so well known among naval men, that the lieutenant had come prepared for my demand, having brought his commission with him. Smiling, himself, now, in return, he said: Certainly, your request is but reasonable; here is her Majesty's commission, unrol