iate press was thundering in the ears of the luckless Federal Captain.
Honors were before him, terrors behind him!
But there loomed up, high above the Sumter, the mountains of the French island of Martinique.
Nations, like individuals, sometimes know whom to kick—though they have occasionally to take the kicking back, as we have just seen.
It might do, doubtless thought Captain Palmer, to kick some small power, but France!
there was the rub. If the Sumter were only in Bahia, where the Florida afterward was, how easily and securely the kicking might be done?
A gallant captain, with a heavy ship, might run into her, cut her down to the water's edge, fire into her crew, struggling in the water, killing, and wounding, and drowning a great many of them, and bear off his prize in triumph!
And then, Mr. Seward, if he should be called upon, not by Brazil alone, but by the sentiment of all mankind, to make restitution of the ship, could he not have her run into, by accident, in Hampton