Memoirs of Service Afloat, During the War Between the States Part 30

The effect was almost electric. The maudlin fellows, somewhat sobered by the repeated shocks of the cold water, began now to swear less vociferously. In fact, they had no voice to swear with, for it was as much as they could do, to breathe. They no longer "bloodied" the quartermasters, or called for more water. Being reduced thus to silence, and still the water descending upon them as rapidly as ever, with half-sobered brain, and frames s.h.i.+vering with the cold, they would now become seriously alarmed. Did the captain mean to drown them? Was this the way he designed to punish them for mutiny, instead of hanging them at the yard-arm? They now turned to me, and begged me, for G.o.d's sake, to spare them. If I would only let them go this time, I should never have cause to complain of them again. I held off a little while, as if inexorable to their prayers and entreaties, the better to impress upon them the lesson I was teaching them, and then ordered them to be released. When their irons were taken off, they were sober enough to go below to their hammocks, without another word, and "turn in" like good boys! It took me some time to get through with this operation, for I had the delinquents--about a dozen of the most noisy--soused one at a time. The officers and crew were all this while--some two hours--standing at their guns, at quarters, and I could, now and then, overhear quite an audible t.i.tter from some of the sober men, as the drunken ones who were undergoing the shower-bath would now defy my authority, and now beg for mercy. When, at last, I had finished, I turned to my first lieutenant, and told him to "beat the retreat."

And this was the way, reader, in which I quelled my first, and only mutiny on board the _Alabama_. It became a saying afterward, among the sailors, that "Old Beeswax was h--ll upon watering a fellow's grog."

CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.

THE ALABAMA AT MARTINIQUE--IS BLOCKADED BY THE ENEMY'S STEAMER, SAN JACINTO--HOW SHE ESCAPED THE "OLD WAGON"--THE ISLAND OF BLANQUILLA, THE NEW RENDEZVOUS--COALING s.h.i.+P--A YANKEE SKIPPER--HOW THE OFFICERS AND MEN AMUSED THEMSELVES--THE CAPTURE OF THE PARKER COOKE, UNION, AND STEAMER ARIEL.

I found here at her anchors, as I had expected, my coal-s.h.i.+p, the _Agrippina_. She had been lying here eight days. Her master, an old Scotchman, who, like most old sailors, was fond of his grog, had been quite indiscreet, as I soon learned, in talking about his s.h.i.+p, and her movements. Instead of pretending to have come in for water or repairs, or to hunt a market, or for something of the kind, he had frequently, when "half seas-over," in the coffee-houses on sh.o.r.e, boasted of his connection with the _Alabama_, and told his brother tars that that s.h.i.+p might be daily looked for. Eight days were a sufficient s.p.a.ce of time for these conversations to be repeated, in the neighboring islands; and as I knew that the enemy had several cruisers in the West Indies, I was only surprised that some one of them had not looked in upon the _Agrippina_ before. It would not do for me to think of coaling in Martinique under the circ.u.mstances, and so I ordered my coal-s.h.i.+p to get under way forthwith, and proceed to a new rendezvous--a small island on the Spanish Main, where, in due time, we will rejoin her. I had the satisfaction of seeing her get a good offing before nightfall, and knew that she was safe.

It was well that I took this precaution, for on the very next morning, before I had turned out, an officer came below to inform me that an enemy's s.h.i.+p-of-war had appeared off the harbor! Dressing myself, and going on deck, sure enough, there was one of the enemy's large steams.h.i.+ps, lying close within the mouth of the harbor, with one of the brightest and largest of "old flags" flying from her peak. She did not anchor, lest she should come under the twenty-four hours' rule; but pretty soon lowered a boat, and communicated with the authorities on sh.o.r.e. It soon transpired that she was the famous _San Jacinto_, a name which has become inseparably connected in the American memory, with one of the greatest humiliations ever put upon the Great Republic. Wilkes, and Seward, and the _San Jacinto_ have achieved fame. They began by attempting to make a little war-capital out of John Bull, and ended by singing, as we have seen, the "seven penitential psalms;" or, at least, as many of these psalms as could be sung in "_seven days_," _short metre being used_. I could not help thinking, as I looked at the old s.h.i.+p, of Mr. Seward's elaborate despatch to Lord Russell, set to the tune of "Old Hundred," and of the screams of Miss Slidell, as she had been gallantly charged by the American marines, commanded, for the occasion, by an officer bearing the proud old name of Fairfax, and born in the State of Virginia!

We paid no sort of attention to the arrival of this old wagon of a s.h.i.+p.

She was too heavy for me to think of engaging, as she threw more than two pounds of metal to my one--her battery consisting of fourteen eleven-inch guns--and her crew was more than twice as numerous as my own; but we had the speed of her, and could, of course, go to sea whenever we pleased. I was glad, however, that I had gotten the _Agrippina_ safely out of her way, as she might otherwise have been indefinitely blockaded. We remained quietly at our anchors during the day; such of the officers visiting the sh.o.r.e as desired, and the stewards of the messes being all busy in laying in a supply of fruits and other refreshments. We were, in the meantime, quite amused at the warlike preparations that were going on on board the _San Jacinto_. The captain of that s.h.i.+p, whose name, I believe, was Ronckendorff, made the most elaborate preparations for battle. We could see his men aloft, busily engaged in slinging yards, stoppering topsail sheets, getting up preventer braces, and making such other preparations, as the _Victory_ or _Royal Sovereign_ might have made on the eve of Trafalgar.

Poor Ronckendorff, what a disappointment awaited him! the _Alabama_ was going to sea that very night. There was a Yankee merchant-s.h.i.+p in the harbor, and just at nightfall, a boat pulled out from her to the _San Jacinto_, to post her, probably, as to the channels and outlets, and to put her in possession of the rumors afloat. The fates were much more propitious as to weather, than they had been to the little _Sumter_, when she eluded the _Iroquois_. The night set in dark and rainy. We ran up our boats, lighted our fires, and when the steam was ready, got under way, as we would have done on any ordinary occasion, except only that there were no lights permitted to be seen about the s.h.i.+p, and that the guns were loaded and cast loose, and the crew at quarters. In the afternoon, a French naval officer had come on board, kindly bringing me a chart of the harbor, from which it appeared that I could run out in almost any direction I might choose. I chose the most southern route, and giving my s.h.i.+p a full head of steam, we pa.s.sed out, without so much as getting a glimpse of the _San Jacinto_! The next news that we received from the "States," informed us that the _San Jacinto_ was perfectly innocent of our escape until the next morning revealed to her our vacant place in the harbor. Her commander was even then incredulous, and remained cruising off the harbor for a day or two longer, until he could satisfy himself that I had not hauled my s.h.i.+p up into some cunning nook, or inlet, and hid her away out of sight!

The next afternoon I had joined my coal-s.h.i.+p, and we ran in to our anchorage, together, in the little, barren island of Blanquilla, off the coast of Venezuela, where we came to about nightfall. This was one of those little coral islands that skirt the South American coast, not yet fully adapted to the habitation of man. It was occasionally visited by a pa.s.sing fisherman, or turtler, and a few goat-herds, from the main-land, had come over to pasture some goats on the coa.r.s.e gra.s.s. As we ran in to this anchorage, which I remembered well from having visited it once in a s.h.i.+p of war of the old service, I was surprised to see a Yankee whaling schooner at anchor. She was lying very close in with the beach, on which she had a tent pitched, and some boilers in operation, trying out the oil from a whale which she had recently struck. The master of this little vessel, seeing us running down the island, under the United States colors, came off, in one of his boats, to pilot us in, and was apparently quite pleased to find himself on board one of his own gun-boats. He told us all he had heard about the _Alabama_, and went into ecstasies over our fine battery, and the marvellous accounts of our speed, which some of the young men gave him, and declared that we were the very s.h.i.+p to "give the pirate Semmes fits."

A terrible collapse awaited him. When I had let go my anchor, I sent for him, and told him who we were. That we were no less than the terrible _Alabama_ herself. He stood aghast for a moment. An awful vision seemed to confront him. His little schooner, and his oil, and the various little 'ventures which he had on board, with which to trade with the natives along the coast, and turn that "honest penny," which has so many charms in the eyes of his countrymen, were all gone up the spout! And then he stood in the presence of the man whose s.h.i.+p he had characterized as a "pirate,"

and whom he had told to his face, he was no better than a freebooter. But I played the magnanimous. I told the skipper not to be alarmed; that he was perfectly safe on board the _Alabama_, and that out of respect for Venezuela, within whose maritime jurisdiction we were, I should not even burn his s.h.i.+p. I should detain him, however, as a prisoner, for a few days, I added, to prevent his carrying news of me to the enemy, until I was ready myself to depart. He gladly a.s.sented to these terms, and was frequently afterward on board the s.h.i.+p during our stay.

We lay five days at the little island of Blanquilla, coaling s.h.i.+p, and getting ready for another cruise. We broke out our hold for the first time, and cleansed and whitewashed it. We hoisted out our boats, and rigged them for sailing; and in the afternoons, after the excessive heats had moderated a little, sailing and fis.h.i.+ng parties were formed, and the officers had some very pleasant little picnics on sh.o.r.e. Fish were abundant, and on occasion of these picnics, a fine red-fish, weighing twenty pounds and more, would sometimes be found cut up, and in the frying-pan, almost before it had ceased floundering. The crew were sent on sh.o.r.e, "on liberty," in quarter watches, taking their rifles and ammunition, and fish-spears, and fis.h.i.+ng-lines along with them. The water was as clear as crystal, and there being some beautiful bathing-places along the beach, bathing became a favorite amus.e.m.e.nt. Although this coast abounds in sharks of large size, they are not found to be dangerous, when there is a number of bathers enjoying the sport together. The shark is a great coward, and rarely attacks a man, unless it can surprise him.

My gig was a fine boat, fitted with a lug sail, and I used frequently to stretch off long distances from the land in her, enjoying her fine sailing qualities, in the fresh sea-breeze that would be blowing, the greater part of the day. At other times I would coast the island along for miles, now putting into one little cove, and now into another, sometimes fis.h.i.+ng, and at others hunting sea-sh.e.l.ls, and exploring the wonders of the coral banks. Pelican, gulls, plover, and sand-snipe were abundant, and my boat's crew, when we would land, and haul our boat up for a stroll, would sometimes make capital shots. Indeed, we generally returned on board laden with fish, game, and marine curiosities, of various kinds,--prominent among which would be specimens of the little coral insect, and its curious manufactures. Miniature limestone-trees, with their pointed branches, shrubs, fans, and a hundred other imitations of the flora of the upper world would be fished up from beneath the sparkling waters, live their day of wonder, and when they had faded and lost their beauty, be thrown overboard again.

We found here flocks of the flamingo--a large bird of the crane species, with long legs and bill, for wading and feeding in the shallow lagoons which surround the island. Its plumage is of the most delicate pink, inclining to scarlet, and when the tall birds are drawn up in line, upon a sand beach, where there is some mirage, or refraction, they look not unlike a regiment of red-coated soldiers. They are quite shy, but we carried some of them on board, out of the rich plumage of which Bartelli made me some fans. Officers and men, both of whom had been long confined on board s.h.i.+p--it being now three months since the _Alabama_ was commissioned--visibly improved in health whilst we lay at Blanquilla. The reader may recollect that we captured in the brig _Dunkirk_, a deserter from the _Sumter_. We had tried him by court-martial before reaching Martinique, and sentenced him to serve out his term, under certain penalties. At Martinique, we found him a chief spirit among the mutineers, whose grog I had "watered" as described in the last chapter. Another court now sat upon his case, and in obedience to its sentence, the fellow was turned upon the beach at Blanquilla, with "bag and hammock." This worthy citizen of the Great Republic joined the Yankee whaling schooner, and went into more congenial company and pursuits.

Having finished our coaling, and made the other preparations necessary for sea, I dispatched my coal-s.h.i.+p, which had still another supply of coal left, to another rendezvous--the Arcas islands, in the Gulf of Mexico, and gave the Yankee schooner leave to depart, telling the master to make a free sheet of it, and not let me catch him on the high seas, as it might not be so well for him a second time. He took me at my word, had all the sail on his little craft in the twinkling of an eye, and I question whether he stopped this side of Nantucket.

My object, in running into the Gulf of Mexico, was to strike a blow at Banks' expedition, which was then fitting out for the invasion of Texas.

This gentleman, who had been a prominent Ma.s.sachusetts politician, but who had no sort of military talent, had risen to the surface with other sc.u.m, amid the bubbling and boiling of the Yankee caldron, and was appointed by "Honest Abe" to subjugate Texas. Banks had mounted a stud-horse, on Boston Common, on militia-review days, before the war, and had had himself lithographed, stud-horse, c.o.c.ked-hat, feathers, and all, and these were credentials not to be despised. I had learned from captured Northern papers, that he was fitting out at Boston and New York, a large expedition, to consist of not less than 30,000 men. A large proportion of this army was to consist of cavalry and light artillery. To transport such an army, a large number of transport-s.h.i.+ps would be required. The expedition was to rendezvous at Galveston, which the enemy had captured from us, not a great while before.

As there were but twelve feet of water on the Galveston bar, very few of these transport-s.h.i.+ps would be able to enter the harbor; the great ma.s.s of them, numbering, perhaps, a hundred and more, would be obliged to anchor, pell-mell, in the open sea. Much disorder, and confusion would necessarily attend the landing of so many troops, enc.u.mbered by horses, artillery, baggage-wagons, and stores. My design was to surprise this fleet by a night-attack, and if possible destroy it, or at least greatly cripple it.

The Northern press, in accordance with its usual habit, of blabbing everything, had informed me of the probable time of the sailing of the expedition, and I designed so to time my own movements, as to arrive simultaneously with the stud-horse and the major-general, or at least a day or two afterward.

It was to be presumed, of course, that some of the enemy's gun-boats would accompany the expedition, but I hoped to be able to fall so unexpectedly upon their convoy, as to find them off their guard. There was no Confederate cruiser in the Gulf, and I learned from the enemy's own papers, that the _Alabama_ was _well on her way to the coast of Brazil and the East Indies_. The surprise would probably be complete, in the dead of night, and when the said gun-boats of the enemy would be sleeping in comparative security, with but little, if any steam in their boilers. Half an hour would suffice for my purpose of setting fire to the fleet, and it would take the gun-boats half an hour to get up steam, and their anchors, and pursue me.

It was with this object in view, that we were now getting under way from the island of Blanquilla. But the Banks' expedition would not arrive off Galveston, probably, before about the 10th of January, and as we were now only in the latter days of November, I had several weeks on my hands, before it would become necessary for me to proceed to my new rendezvous. I resolved to devote this interval to the waylaying of a California treasure-steamer, as a million or so of dollars in gold, deposited in Europe, would materially aid me, in my operations upon the sea. I could purchase several more _Alabamas_, to develop the "nautical enterprise" of our people, and a.s.sist me to scourge the enemy's commerce.

There were two routes by which the California steamers returned from Aspinwall--one by the east end of Cuba, and the other by the west end. I chose the former for my ambuscade, as being probably the most used. To reach my new cruising-ground, I put my s.h.i.+p under sail, and made a detour by the way of the islands of Porto Rico and St. Domingo, pa.s.sing through the Mona Pa.s.sage, through which much of the West India commerce of the enemy pa.s.sed, with the hope of picking up something by the way. We left our anchorage at Blanquilla on the 26th of November, and made the island of Porto Rico on the morning of the 29th. We coasted along the south side of this island, with a gentle breeze and smooth sea, sufficiently near to enjoy its fine, bold scenery, pa.s.sing only a couple of sail during the day--one a large French steamer, bound to the eastward, and the other an English bark. We showed them the United States colors. The bark saluted the "old flag," by striking her colors to it, but the "old flag" did not return the salute, as it was hoisted at the wrong peak. The Englishman must have thought his Yankee friend rather discourteous.

We entered the Mona Pa.s.sage, lying between St. Domingo and Porto Rico, after nightfall, but the moon was s.h.i.+ning sufficiently bright to enable us to get hold of the small islands of Mona and Desecho, and thus grope our way in safety. The currents in this strait being somewhat uncertain, the navigation is treacherous when the weather is dark. Early on the next morning, we were off the Bay of Samana, and were running with a flowing sheet along the coast of St. Domingo. I had approached the Mona Pa.s.sage with much caution, fully expecting to find so important a thoroughfare guarded by the enemy, but there was nothing in the shape of a s.h.i.+p of war to be seen. The enemy was too busy blockading the Southern coasts to pay much attention to his commerce. In the course of the morning, we boarded a Spanish schooner, from Boston, bound for the old city of St. Domingo, from which we received a batch of late newspapers, giving us still further accounts, among other things, of the preparation of the Banks' expedition, about which all New England seemed, just then, to be agog.

The great Ma.s.sachusetts leader had been given _carte blanche_, and he was making the best possible use of it. He was fitting himself out very splendidly, but his great expedition resembled rather one of Cyrus' or Xerxes', than one of Xenophon's. The Boston papers dilated upon the splendid bands of music, the superb tents, the school-marms, and the relays of stud-horses that were to accompany the hero of Boston Common.

But the best feature of the expedition was the activity and thrift which had suddenly sprung up in all the markets of New England, in consequence.

The looms, the spindles and the shoemakers' awls were in awful activity.

In short, every man or boy who could whittle a stick, whittled it, and sold it to the Government. The whalemen in New Bedford, Nantucket, and Martha's Vineyard were in especial glee. They were selling all their whaling s.h.i.+ps, which were too old, or too rotten for further service, to the Government, for transports, at enormous prices. Many a bluff old whaler that had rode out a gale under the lee of an iceberg at the Navigators' Islands, or "sc.r.a.ped her keel on Coromandel's coast," forty years before, was patched and caulked and covered over with pitch and paint, and sold to an ignorant, if not corrupt, army quartermaster, for as good as "bran new." No wonder that the war was popular in New England.

There was not only negro in it, but there was money in it also.

Filling away from the Spanish schooner, which we requested to report us, in St. Domingo, as the United States steamer _Iroquois_, we continued our course down the island. It was Sunday, and the day was fine. The crew was dressed, as usual, for muster, and what with the s.h.i.+p in her gala-dress of awnings, and glitter of "bright-work," the island, the sea, and the weather, a more beautiful picture could not well have been presented to the beholder. In the distance were the blue, and hazy hills, so fraught with the memories of Columbus, and the earlier Spanish explorers. Nearer to, was the old town of Isabella, the first ever built in the New World by civilized men, and nearer still was the bluff, steep, rock-bound coast, against which the most indigo of seas was breaking in the purest and whitest of foam. The sailors had thrown themselves upon the deck in groups, each group having its reader, who was reading aloud to attentive listeners the latest war-news, as gleaned from the papers we had received from the Spanish schooner; and the officers, through whose hands the said newspapers had already pa.s.sed, were smoking and chatting, now of Columbus, and now of the war. Presently the shrill cry of "sail ho!" came ringing from aloft; and the scene on board the _Alabama_ s.h.i.+fted almost as magically as it does in a theatre. Every man sprang to his feet, without waiting for an order; the newspapers were stuck away in cracks and crannies; the helm was s.h.i.+fted, to bring the s.h.i.+p's head around to the proper point for chasing, and studding-sails, and kites were given simultaneously to the wind.

When we began to raise the spars and sails of the chase above the sea, from the deck, there was a general exclamation of "Yankee!" The tapering royal and sky-sail masts, with the snowiest of canvas, told the tale, as they had told it so often before. A run of a few hours more brought us up with the American bark _Parker Cooke_, of, and from Boston, bound to Aux Cayes, on the south side of the island of St. Domingo. If the _Cooke_ had been chartered, and sent out for our especial benefit, the capture could not have been more opportune. The _Alabama's_ commissariat was beginning to run a little low, and here was the _Cooke_ provision-laden. We had found, by experience in the _Sumter_, that our Boston friends put up the very best of crackers, and s.h.i.+p-bread, and sent excellent b.u.t.ter, and cheese, salted beef and pork, and dried fruits to the West India markets; nor were we disappointed on the present occasion. Both s.h.i.+ps were now hove to, under short sail, within convenient boating distance, and the rest of the day was consumed in transporting provisions from the prize. It was sunset before we concluded our labors, and at the twilight hour, when the sea-breeze was dying away, and all nature was sinking to repose, we applied the torch to the _Cooke_.

As we filled away, and made sail, I could not but moralize on the spectacle. Sixty years before, the negro had cut the throat of the white man, ravished his wife and daughters, and burned his dwelling in the island of St. Domingo, now in sight. The white man, in another country, was now inciting the negro to the perpetration of the same crimes against another white man, whom he had called brother. The white man who was thus inciting the negro, was the Puritan of New England, whose burning s.h.i.+p was lighting up the sh.o.r.es of St Domingo! That Puritan, only a generation before, had entered into a solemn league and covenant, to restore to the Southern man his fugitive slave, if he should escape into his territory.

This was the way in which he was keeping his plighted faith! Does any one wonder that the _Alabama_ burned New England s.h.i.+ps?

We began now to receive some "returns" of the effect of our late captures upon Northern commerce. The papers captured on board the _Cooke_ were full of lamentations. Our pious brethren did not confine themselves to the forms set down by Jeremiah, however, but hissed their execrations through teeth grinding with rage. I will not treat my readers to any of these specimens of the art Philippic, but will confine myself to a few business excerpts instead, taken indiscriminately from the New York and Boston papers.

_Boston crieth aloud._

"ADVANCES ON MARINE INSURANCE.--In consequence of the destruction caused at sea by the privateer steamer _Alabama_, the officers of the insurance companies of Boston have fixed the present war rates on different voyages as follows:--To the north of Europe, [email protected] per cent.; Mediterranean, [email protected]; India, 4-1/2; Gulf ports, 4; California gold steamers, 4; West India risks, 5; coastwise, [email protected]/2. These rates are liable to be altered according to the necessary requirements of the times, consequent upon the unusual hazards to which commerce is now exposed."

_New York responds to the cry of Boston._

"The damaging effect of the _Alabama's_ raid on our s.h.i.+pping upon the maritime interests of this port were as conspicuous to-day as yesterday. It was next to impossible for the owner of an American s.h.i.+p to procure freight unless he consented to make a bogus sale of his s.h.i.+p."

"Freights to Great Britain are rather more active, under favorable foreign advices for breadstuffs, but rates by American vessels depressed; foreign bottoms most in favor, but even these now find it difficult to employ themselves profitably. To Liverpool, flour is [email protected]"

I heard again from the New York Chamber of Commerce, by the _Cooke_. My friend, Low, was still lamenting over his lost s.h.i.+ps. Like Rachael weeping for her children, he refused to be comforted because they were not.

Another grand _pow-wow_ had been called, and another set of resolutions pa.s.sed. SCENE: _A luxuriously furnished suite of apartments, with well-padded arm-chairs, and big ink stands; a table; on the walls, several pictures of burning s.h.i.+ps, with the "pirate s.h.i.+p" in the distance; of John Bull running off with the "carrying-trade," and Jonathan screaming after him; and of Mr. Low tearing his hair._ Enter the _dramatis personae_. Low loquitur:--

"Mr. A. Low read a very long preamble and resolution expressive of the feelings of the American public in regard to the shelter afforded to the _Alabama_ by British authorities. He also read a letter from our Consul at Liverpool, Mr. Dudley, in which that functionary sets forth the efforts he made to direct the attention of the British authorities to the _Alabama_, and concludes by a.s.serting that there are now four large vessels fitting out at Liverpool to follow the piratical example of the _Alabama_--three of iron and one of wood.

Nine vessels are preparing to run the blockade.

"Mr. Low explained at some length the object and scope of his proposed resolution. He declared that American s.h.i.+ps could no longer get cargoes, in consequence of the depredations of the _Alabama_.

"Hon. F. A. Conkling spoke in behalf of granting letters-of-marque.

He saw no other alternative between this and a complete paralyzation of our commerce. He read extracts from Cogswell's 'Maritime History,'

showing the effectiveness of privateers in our previous wars.

"C. H. Marshall spoke in favor of the adoption of Mr. Low's preamble and resolution.

"Mr. Maury stated that he had received a letter from Liverpool, saying that the new pirate s.h.i.+ps building for the Confederates are vastly more formidable than the _Alabama_.

"The preamble and resolutions set forth at length the evil consequences likely to ensue from a repet.i.tion of such piratical acts as the fitting out of more vessels like the _Alabama_, in the ports of Great Britain; that information has been received of other vessels having sailed to prey upon the commerce of the United States; that the English Government does not interfere to put a stop to the aggressions of the pirate, though British goods have been destroyed; that the _Alabama_ is continually supplied from Great Britain with coal and ammunition, by which she is enabled to pursue her piratical courses against American commerce, the consequence being to raise the premium upon American vessels and their cargoes, and to depress the rates of freight upon American s.h.i.+ps, and to transfer our carrying-trade to the s.h.i.+ps of other nations. Therefore the Chamber is led to the following conclusions:

"_1st._ That through the active instrumentality of the subjects of Great Britain, the so-called Confederate States are furnished with s.h.i.+ps, men, arms, and ammunition, with which to war upon the commerce of the United States;

"_2d._ That without such foreign aid the States in revolt against the Government of the United States would be powerless to effect any injury to our commerce on the high seas.

"_3d._ That this war upon American commerce carried on by s.h.i.+ps built and manned in Great Britain, is not rebuked by the British press generally; is not discouraged by the public sentiment of a once friendly nation claiming to be governed by high and honorable principles, and is not effectively and thoroughly arrested by the stronger arm of the British Government.

"_4th._ That as a result of the foregoing acts and conclusions, the merchants of the United States are subject in a certain degree to the evils that would attend a state of war with Great Britain, and are compelled to witness the carrying-trade of their country transferred from their own vessels to British bottoms, under all the sanctions and advantages of peace and neutrality to the latter--while the source of this great peril, threatening to drive American commerce from the ocean, is of British origin.