Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1842-06-20
MISCELLAN NY.
From the United States Magazine for March
THE SLAYER
From the notebook Of an officer employed against
HE SIore jrcdp

OFF THE COAST OF BRAZIL. {
This is the thirty-frst day OF our cruse-no
sail TO gladden. orr eycsight or excite our hopes |!
The dolphin refuses the bait,-the turtles swim
deep, and are "wde awaken The wind still
holds TO the southwest. How YEARLY the hours
drag then slow length along and how the little
hooker kicks about. Yes, friends, little ] say
Don't despise her, pray you. W. are not all
born great some achieve greatness, -nnd though
she is but schooner she may yet
What does she look like p
A small sail, sir, standing toward u.s."
One OF those eternal fishing hoals, suppose.
Take look at her from the ioreyard Mr.. Smart"
fishing boat sir only" exclaimed Mr..
Smart in disappointed tone.
descended the mdder, not in a very aminble
mood.
Re to my fualts little blind
kind reader; | am one of the "new school, |
cannot help it,-but the truth will out | am not
Il say again. II war officer, but in comparison, a
very youngster. ! have no stories TO tell Of
Hair breadth 'scupos
OF dangers in the imminent bIoach.
lIl-used, ume-worn veterans cannot share
your hardly learned honors and, although do
not feel with you your heart hurninns, nor the
despair OF hopes bilghted and withered, yet, be.
lleVe me, feel for you. DON'T pretend 10 despse
us. Don't say that we have degeneraied from the
gallant tars of Old for you know you don't mean
II. No,-your sons are chips Of the old block
ing aitoi ALL confess as much. Well DONE
old honesty then let me jog on with my note
book.
MASTHEAD, there! Look well round,-and
come down.
Another day has passed into night-night has
passed into "peep of dawn" 1t is the morning
watch; the sun, about TO rise, gives us notice
OF his approach by the crimson tinted eastern sky .
" A sail sail !" exclaimed dozen of voices !;
and 10y st. Paul, brig -
was dreaming of ancient times J fancied my
self Benbows flag lieutenant, and he would per-
sslOo my great horror in making ne chew to-
bacco. voice (Which ut first mistook In he Ad-
miral Benbow's) vociierated in nine ear
sail, sir, bearing due eusl.'
was on deck in n quarter less than no time Z"
"Where is she? All ! see. Up with the helm
square the yard, MIR. Smart. Drop The lopgal-
ant-sail, and reefs, aud slowly slovenly,
if you will; for he looks like clipper aud STRAIT
agem is our only chance"
Steady SO don't think he observed us yet,
for It is scarce daybreak and we 10 the west
ward OF lin. Staiboard little Steady; Now
for good squirt, aud lei me wipe the damp off
my "Doliand.' lie appears 10 be running along
The land, ) odd, certainly By Jove! he haus his
wind towards us. He lakes us for n conster. The
long gun is quite ready Good keep il covered
with the tarpaun, and none of you show your
ugly mugs above gunwae.s
Put the red nghcap on, SaubO, and sit on
the top OF tho folescutte.'
We are nearing each other fast /; Il fine taun, ra.
kish locking craft she appears,-lhree hundred
tons, al least. ] think she suspects u.s. She does,
for she edges, and up 60 her sluddiug sails.
Dealers in human hesf-have at you!'
Bang goes the thirty-two FOUNDER. Before
the smoke clears away the schooner is under eve
ny stitch of sail. The breeze lreshens,-we are
in hot pursuit. "Mind youi sleerage quarter
master, aud keep her on with the Iarbourd fore
rigging" Steady Bang again the shot falls
short. Dat bed and let the gun down on The
rear-axellree: now, then, with The rising motion.
Bang!
Slap through her mansa !" exclaimed man
off the iore-yard.
other shot aud another. She increases her dis.
lance we shall lose her, by heavens -" Wet the
sails" they draw beautifully, and stand like n
board the hammocks are hung up, and n couple
OF shot placed in EACH We hold our own. He
has cut away his stern boat aud his anchor Viii
lans it is all in vain - stake your time No. /,
and bring down some OF his flying kites" Bang
The smoke clears away hurrah his iore-topsal
yard is shot away in the stays; down it comes
sInddlng sail and all !-and--one shot more; she
rounds TOO! and up goes the Portuguese colors
-" Our boats"
| MIR. Smart goes on bonrd takes possession
and sends The prisoners on board the Fancy"
The brig is hailing, sir"
She is from Quillmane in the Mozambique
channel" exclaims Mr. Smart; sxiy-two days
out, three hundred aud thirty slaves sadly in want
of water"
courteous readers accompany liz, ] pray you
on board THIS slave vessel come and see the han.
dy work OF those blood thirsty dealers in human
flesh what nauseous smell as we approach
now shppery and dirty the vessels side what
Glamour OF voices; We are on board.
Look al that cool villainous- looking scoundrel
pacing up and down The deck smoking a cigar
his hands are in his pockets; he appears totally
unconcerned about The number Of murders he
has committed, and the horrors that surround
him, be is captain of the SLAYER, and Portu-
gnese; but he declares that he is only passenger
aud that the captain died at sea. lie is even now
calculating how much he has lost by this unforlu.
nate speculation Let me see,' says he, al owr
twenty OF the healthiest, for my blacks die ?
, and he grins. :" that would have given me twelve
thousand Crusadoes and Don Beruadjno Wac Il