The captain took the trumpet--"Schooner, ahoy"--no answer "D--n your blood,
sir, if you don't let every thing go by the run this instant, I'll fire a
broadside. Strike, sir, to his Britannic Majesty's sloop Torch."

The poor fellow commanding the schooner had by this time found out his
mistake and immediately came on board, where, instead of being lauded for
his gallantry, I am sorry to say he was roundly rated for his want of
discernment in mistaking his Majesty's cruiser for a Yankee merchantman.

Next forenoon we arrived at Nassau.


In a week after we again sailed for Bermuda, having taken on board ten
American skippers, and several other Yankees, as prisoners of war.

For the first three days after we cleared the Passages. we had fine
weather. Wind at east south--east; but after that it came on to blow from
the north--west, and so continued without intermission during the whole of
the passage to Bermuda. On the fourth morning after we left Nassau, we
descried a sail in the south--east quarter, and immediately made sail in
chase. We overhauled her about noon; she hove--to, after being fired at
repeatedly; and, on boarding her, we found she was a Swede from Charleston,
bound to Havre--de--Grace. All the letters we could find on board were
very unceremoniously broken open, and nothing having transpired that could
identify the cargo as enemy's property, we were bundling over the side,
when a nautical looking subject, who had attracted my attention from the
first, put in his oar.

"Lieutenant," said he, "will you allow me to put this barrel of New York
apples into the boat as a present to Captain Deadeye, from Captain-----of