action would seem entirely unjustifiable, as smuggling is not a
capital offence under any civilised law. The disturbed state of
affairs under our Spanish-American neighbours may account for it.
_The Hawk_ is stated to be an old offender. No American vessel
of this name and description being known however, it is not likely
that there will be any investigation."

The New York _Shipping News_ of three months later had this:

"The bark, _Hebe Maitland_, Mdse., Clyde, Cap., which left this
port the 9th of April, has not yet been heard from."

So the _Reina Isabella_ thought she got all the crew of the
_Hebe Maitland_, likely she thinks so yet, for I don't know of
anybody that ever dropped around to correct her; but being as we
rowed all night to westward and were picked up next morning by an
English steamer bound for Colon on the Isthmus of Panama, and were
properly landed in course of time, I argue there were some of them
she didn't get. Their names, as standing on Clyde's book, were,
"Robert Sadler, James Hagan, Stephen Todd, Julius R. Craney,
Abimelech Dalrimple, Thomas Buckingham."

Kid Sadler, as he was known there and then and since, was a powerful
man, bony and tall, with a scrawny throat, ragged, dangling
moustache, big hands, little wrinkles around his eyes, and a hoarse
voice. I wouldn't go so far as to say I could give you his character,
for I never made it out; yet I'd say he was given to sentiment, and
to turning out poetry like a corn-shucker, and singing it to misfit
and uneducated tunes, and given to joyfulness and depression by
turns, and to misleading his fellow-man when he was joyful, and