Returning across the Atlantic the _Adams_ ran into Savannah on May 1st--the day on which the British _Epervier_, prize to the Yankee _Peacock_, got in--and remained there till the 8th, when she sailed for the Gulf Stream in search of the Jamaica fleet. He found it with a ship-of-the-line, two frigates, and three brigs in charge. At the sight of the _Adams_ the fleet closed in like a flock of ducks, and although the Yankee dogged them for two days he got nothing--not even a chase from the war-ships. So he sailed to the banks of Newfoundland, where he found only ice and fogs, and so went on to the coast of Ireland, in sight of which he arrived on July 3d. A few prizes were made here, but on July 15th “she stumbled across the eighteen-pounder thirty-six-gun frigate _Tigris_” The _Tigris_ was no mean sailer, and in the chase that followed the _Adams_ threw overboard all the guns taken from the ships she had captured, her heaviest anchors, and finally some of her own guns. Then the wind died out entirely, and that was good-luck for the _Adams_, for her captain repeated the tactics employed on the _Constitution_ off the Jersey beach by towing his ship so far away from the _Tigris_ that a lucky slant of wind carried her clear out of sight. A still more remarkable chase followed this one. It began on July 19th, when two frigates found the _Adams_. The one was fat and slow, the other as lean and eager as a hound. A half a gale of wind was blowing. Every thread of canvas was spread, and for forty hours the frigate and the sloop stretched away across the stormy sea with every sail as round and firm as the breast of a giant runner; with the weather rigging singing taut; with every man on deck alert, and with each captain pacing to and fro without rest, looking at every turn from the sea to the clouds and from them to his sails and then away to the enemy; with the cutwater sawing through the solid blue as she rose to the swell, and burying itself in smother and foam that tumbled and roared away for half her length ahead as she boiled in the trough of the sea, and the sissing foam swept aft to mingle with the swirling wake. And that for forty hours with the frigate just out of gunshot! They covered four hundred miles with never a loss or a gain on either side, and then under the shades of night the gale hardened into a squall that hid the _Adams_ out of sight, when she up helm and swung away so far on another course that when light came the hound had wholly lost the scent.