The Sufferings and Escape of Capt. Chas. H. Brown From an Awful Imprisonment by Chilian ConvictsBrown, Charles H., captain of the bark Florida
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The Sufferings and Escape of Capt. Chas. H. Brown From an Awful Imprisonment by Chilian Convicts
Brown, Charles H., captain of the bark Florida
Brown, Charles H., captain of the bark Florida; Florida (Ship); Punta Arenas (Chile) -- History
The day wore on anxiously enough for us, for we felt that the struggle
that was approaching was a matter of life and death with us; one false
step, and we were lost; one careless or treacherous word breathed
by those whom we were compelled to trust, and we were at the mercy
of those villains, whom no sense of humanity could restrain. The
weather was fine, and the wind favorable; and, between eight and nine
o’clock in the evening, we passed Cape Possession, leaving it to the
north-west. I was on deck with the larboard watch, when Mr. Dunn
told me that he had secured the assistance of twelve besides myself.
These were some of the soldiers under captain Avalos; some prisoners
who had come down with us, and who had proved themselves so friendly
during our confinement at Sandy Bay; and one or two of Cambiaso’s
own followers, who had expressed dissatisfaction at his tyranny, and
to whom Mr. Dunn had held out the prospect of pardon, if we should
succeed in our undertaking. Among them was my former guard, Preito, to
whom I was indebted for the hymn book, which proved so great a source
of consolation. We laid our plans most cautiously. Captain Avalos and
his soldiers were to secure the officers in the cabin, while Mr. Dunn
and myself were to guard the deck. To the corporal who had defended
himself so bravely at the time the Florida was seized, and who refused
to deliver up his gun except to my order, I gave the attack on Cambiaso
himself; for during our whole imprisonment, he had manifested such a
detestation of him that I really believed he would have eaten him up
alive, if he could have got at him.
During the evening, Cambiaso and his officers sat around the table in
the after cabin, engaged in their usual occupation of gambling; and
every glance which I cast in upon them showed me their dark, fierce
countenances, while the sound of their oaths and laughter struck my
ear. Without, all was still and peaceful; the barque gliding swiftly
through the water, with a free wind and a pleasant breeze. I watched
the strange looking southern stars which looked down upon us from their
quiet skies, with a strange impatience at their peaceful calmness.
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