“The effete Portuguese race has been ingrafted upon a stupid, stolid, Indian stock, in that country. The freed negro is, besides, the equal of the white man, and as there seems to be no repugnance, on the part of the white race--so called--to mix with the black race, and with the Indian, amalgamation will go on in that country, until a mongrel set of curs will cover the whole land. This might be _a suitable field enough for the New England school-ma’am_, and carpet-bagger, but no Southern gentleman should think of mixing his blood or casting his lot with such a race of people.” At Cape Town Semmes was troubled a little by “the stereotyped American consul; half diplomat, half demagogue.” The American consuls were in chase wherever he entered a port, but the truth is that they were rarely able to do more than accumulate facts that were eventually handed in along with the bill for damages when the _Alabama_ claims got into court in 1871. Before reaching Cape Town a prize was turned into a cruiser, and she was of some little consequence in the Cape waters, but did nothing as compared with what the dashing Read accomplished on the American coast. From the Cape of Good Hope Semmes went to the East Indies, where he found a harvest of prizes, came back to the Cape, and eventually went to Europe; and late at night, on the 10th of June, 1864, the _Alabama_ reached Cherbourg, France, which was her last port, for there the _Kearsarge_, Capt. John A. Winslow, caught her. [Illustration: John A. Winslow. _From a photograph._]