United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Fiction
The crew of the Indiaman filled my hold with prisoners; and as she
required a considerable number of men to work her, it would have been
impossible for me to spare another prize-crew, even had there been a
dozen ships to be had for the work of taking them.
My prize was the Charlotte; and compared with her the Marguerite
resembled a terrier alongside of a great mastiff, or a mastiff standing
near a big cart-horse. She was not prepared for fighting to any
extent, as she carried only four light guns and some cutlasses and
muskets; quite sufficient for keeping off Malay pirates, but of little
use against an American privateer. I permitted the passengers to remain
on board with their cook and private servants, the latter being natives
of India, and quite indifferent to what happened around them as long as
their own skins and heads did not come to harm.
We kept in company, my orders being very positive in that particular,
and I had arranged points of meeting in case we became separated by bad
weather, or for any other reason. Luckily the weather was favorable,
and we went along in fine style; I was already counting the days, and
almost the hours, when I should reach New York and bring my rich prize
to anchor off the Battery, at the point where the Marguerite lay on her
previous return.
We were within three hundred miles of New York when one afternoon I
sighted a sail to windward, and bearing down in our direction. It was a
big sail, large enough for a man-of-war; and as it came nearer I made
out that it was a thirty-eight-gun frigate, with a very ugly look about
her, and the British ensign waving in the wind.
Here was a pretty mess of things! But I had thought of an emergency of
this very sort, and laid my plans accordingly. Now was the time to see
how they would work.
The Charlotte and the Marguerite were running with the wind on the
larboard beam, the Charlotte leading by about a mile. I hoisted the
American ensign, while the Charlotte showed no colors. The Marguerite
gained on the Charlotte slowly but steadily, while the frigate was
running with the wind in her favor, and bearing down so as to come
disagreeably near to both, unless a diversion could be made.
As I drew up within what might possibly be effective range of the
Charlotte, I fired at her with our midship gun. The shot struck two
or three hundred yards astern of her, plowed up the water; and a few
moments later I gave her another gun, with the same result.
My intention was to give the impression that an English merchant
ship was being pursued by an American privateer. The Englishman
was evidently doing his best to escape, but was in danger of being
overhauled by the American, which was a better sailer. I had the
satisfaction of seeing that my ruse was successful, as the frigate
changed her course so as to cut off the privateer and enable the
merchantman to escape.
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