United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
On the 14th of the month we spoke his Majesty's ship Mermaid, with a
convoy from England to New York. On the 15th the Orpheus took a
schooner from Martinique, with a cargo of claret, so that with another
sloop she had taken she had now five prizes. It was not, however, till
the 26th of the month that a boat boarded me from the ship, with written
directions from Captain Hudson to take under my command all the prizes,
and to proceed with them to New York. I, in return, sent for my bedding
and chest, and a few other things from the purser, which I required, and
as soon as I had got them I hoisted the signal to my squadron to make
sail for the port of our destination. A midshipman had been put in
charge of each of the prizes, and as soon as we had lost sight of the
ship we ran close to each other to discuss the plans of amusement which
each of us were already enjoying by anticipation. Delisle commanded one
of the schooners, Ragget another, Nicholas had one sloop, and Drew the
last capture. We were, as may be supposed, a very merry set. It did
not occur to us that our enemy's cruisers might pop down on us before we
got into port, as does a cat among a party of mice at play. We were
almost as helpless as mice in the paws of a cat, for so few men were
sent away in each prize that we had scarcely strength to work them, much
less to fight or make sail on an emergency. In this instance fortune
favoured us. We made Sandy Hook on the 28th, and before evening were
all safely moored alongside the wharf, among twenty-nine other vessels
of various rigs captured by the Orpheus.
As several other ships of war had sent in prizes, we altogether formed a
very jovial set of midshipmen. There were seven of us from the Orpheus
alone, and, as I was senior officer, they were generally my guests. I
had really a very elegant cabin, nicely fitted up with every
convenience, and a comfortable stove, besides which I collected from the
various prizes an ample stock of good things to supply the wants of the
inner man. Never indeed had I enjoyed more perfect luxury, or greater
rest and relaxation, without one anxious care, one unhappy moment to
extract the sweets from my existence, free from all the rubs and kicks
and snubs midshipmen seem the natural heirs to, so I smiled at fortune
and defied its frowns.
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