"In mentioning this conversation, however, Mr. Everett candidly confessed, 'I did not tell him the truth, for I would rather have been in my father's cornfield.' "After the commanders of these two vessels, as they drew near, had hailed each other in the customary way when ships meet at sea, the captain of the English packet cried out roughly from the quarter-deck,-- "'Haul down your colors, or I'll sink you!' "'Ay, ay, sir; directly,' answered Tucker calmly. And he then ordered the helmsman to steer the 'Thorn' right under the stern of the packet, luff up under her lee quarters, and range alongside of her. The order was promptly executed. The two vessels were laid side by side, within pistol shot of each other. While the 'Thorn' was getting into position, the enemy fired a full broadside at her which did but little damage. As soon as she was brought completely alongside her adversary, Tucker thundered out to his men to fire, and a tremendous discharge followed; and, as good aim had been taken, a dreadful carnage was seen in that ill-fated vessel. It was rapidly succeeded by a fresh volley of artillery, and in twenty-seven minutes a piercing cry was heard from the English vessel: 'Quarters, for God's sake! Our ship is sinking. Our men are dying of their wounds.' "To this heart-rending appeal Capt. Tucker exclaimed,-- "'How can you expect quarters while that British flag is flying?' "The sad answer came back, 'Our halliards are shot away.' "'Then cut away your ensign staff, or ye'll all be dead men.' "It was done immediately. Down came the colors, the din of cannonading ceased, and only the groans of the wounded and dying were heard. "Fifteen men, with carpenters, surgeon, and their leader, were quickly on the deck of the prize. Thirty-four of her crew, with her captain, were either killed or wounded. Her decks were besmeared with blood, and in some places it stood in clotted masses to the tops of the sailors' slippers. The gloomy but needful work of amputating limbs, and laying out the dead, was begun; and every effort was made to render the wounded prisoners as comfortable as possible." Here we must take leave of Commodore Tucker and his exploits. As a privateersman, he continued to do daring work to the end of the war. He fought at least one more bloody action. He was captured once and escaped. But the recountal of his romantic career must now yield to our chronological survey of the lesser naval events of the Revolution. CHAPTER XI. HOSTILITIES IN 1777. -- AMERICAN REVERSES. -- THE BRITISH IN PHILADELPHIA. -- THE ATTACK UPON FORT MIFFLIN. -- CRUISE OF THE "RALEIGH" AND THE "ALFRED." -- TORPEDO WARFARE. -- THE BATTLE OF THE KEGS.