The emigrant aid journal of Minnesota. [volume] (Nininger City, Minn. Terr. [i.e. Minn.]) 1856-1858, 1858-04-14

will be upon her. Then | will not forget my oath, for
,olemnly I have sworn that | would never know an 'ther
moments rest or peace, until | bad accomplished m,
vengeance on the cowardly Captain who murdered my
sire and brother.-yes, by all things sacred have | sworn
t. return to them a hundred fold more than what they
gave, and when l forget to keep that oath, may heaven
in its mercy forget me- ;.
This spoken with such rapidity aud ferceness, that it
almost startled Frank as be stood gazing on the proud
form Of Roland before him, whose eyes cleaned with a
fire of hatred and stern resolve, his brows lowered, and
the muscles Of his face contracted as if to give it the
appearance of a frmness not to be swayed at even the
cost of life itself. Frank stood i'll awe, yet admired
these tokens, and whatever answer he would have made
to the Captain, he was interrupted by the man who was
stationed on the lookout aloft.
"A sail a SAIL s
Where away r. cried Alvey snatching up the glass
he had LAID down and going towards the tafrail.
Son the starboard bow
what is she like, can you make her out
There was a pause for a few moments, when Roland
impatiently repeated bis former question.
A brig, yer honor,
s.Are you sure Of that 2
Yes, yer honor
sThen that is the brig we are in chase Of, Mr.. Nor
ton, the brigatine sALBUkGH' Of his Britannia Males.
tvs Service, and commanded by the man, who of all
others / hold as my bitterest foe, Sir Jasper Kenly
Now, then, for a brisk race #
He gave his orders quickly but with frmness, and
the crew ever ready on the word, soon had the craft un'
der a heavy press Of canvas, which sent her flying over
the waters with such a velocity Of speed, scarcely if
ever equslled by any craft on that ocean before.
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In half an hour the brig could be plainly seen by
the crew of the sPrivateer.3 She was q heavy craft and
doomed up rather obviously when compared with the
She carried eighteen guns, and by Her rig
seemed good for racing as we'll as fighting. All was
now placed in fighting order on board the schooner and
every man stood at his post A tall and powerful built
Yankee to"k charge Of the long gun by the forecastle,
and by the ~twitching of his mouth and bright light
which shone from his grey ~twinkling eye, he evidently
appeared impatient for the coming struggle. His name
was Lancelot Dubbs, or Ian Dubbs as be was most gen.
orally called. He was a native of Harttorn, Conn,
and had served in the U. s Navy and Privateering ser
vice since bcyhood. an even now his love for the pro-
fession seemed not to abate any, for it burned with as
fierce a passion at bis advanced age of Fifty eight as it
did at fourteen.
The crew of the brig had evidently discovered them,
and seemed to know they were in close proximity to
an enemy, and by the hosting Of the red cross flag Of
St. George, showed they were as willing to fight as the
Yankees nor was this all, the faint report Of one Of
her guns was heard as the blue smoke cured up from
the side of the brig, thus showing their defiance to the
fast approaching foe. Again another gun was dis
its belching fire CLEANED for an instant, and its
thunder tone echoed over the waves as the ball came
~skimming over the pillows, passing. the bows Of the
'Ah, ali, Mr. Morton, that says something, but it
strikes me very forcibly they'll not be the last to fire
when the struggle cones,' exclaimed Roland, az be mar
rowly watched through the glass, the movements on
board the brig. ..~s
But may be the FIRST to cry quarter answered Frank
who stood behind him.
They were now within gun reach, and though the
brig kept up an incessant FIRE, not 4 hostile shot had
yet been fred from the privateer. r
Again, a broadside from the brig poured forth a thick
shower of ball like hail, but from the unsteady motion
Of the schooner it did little or no mischief, with the ex
ception of INJECTING some slight damage upon the bull.
warks and the rig: ingj
The patient crew still waited the command Of the
who stood still On the quarter, with the glass
in hand, watching the brig, and occasionally giving Or
ders to the man at the wheel as to the guiding of the
craft, but not a sign could be traced in his countenance
as to what might be the feelings and workings in that
mans breast, though mysterious -Ras his conduct, the
brave crew knew their Captain, and had relying faith
IN his judgment and experience, and when it should
please him to give the word it would be when most
wanted, and not before.
9 At length that time came. The brig lay not far
from the schooner and had just discharged a ~broadsidc,
while the smoke which arose therefrom obscured
for a moment the schooner, Roland's voice was heard
ringing above the roar Of the artillery
tMr. Morton, give them a %broadside, Mr.. Dubbs,
bear a hand-double SHOT " Long Tom," and let that
be our answer e2 .e1e
The men were already at the guns, the matches were
lighted. and WITH q shock that seemed to rend the
q :hooner apart, crash went the whole broadslde while
the thunder tones of Lancelot Dubb's Long Tom re-
sounded over the waters as their balls Of death and de-
s%truction, sped on their terrific errand. The brig fair.
" reeled again beneath the shock but soon recovered
herself, and made every attempt to grapple with her
foe, but the wary Yankees were too cautious to be
caught, and broadside after broadside passed to and fro
from the two vessels.
The British brig now began TO show unmistakeabIe
effects of the G7s, as she yet struggled with the schooner,
Of her foremost, with ~dis6gured hull and
d~isordered rigging, but she seemed equally determined
not to yield, as the Yankees were Determined to capturc
her.
At length all was confusion on board the brig; the
British fag was hastily run down, and by the q~uietaess
Of her guns she had to all appearance surrendered.
Cheer after cheer rose from the Threats of the conquer
ing Yankees on the appearance OF these signs, but they
were Immediately checked as the voice OF their captain
was again heard from the quarterback.
Mr.. Morton, prepare to board, le* eacA man taae
with him his cutlass sna pistols But let none stir a step
until | g;ge :se order.
.Ay, ay, SIR answered Frank as he left the garter
leck. AS he passed along the gang-way be gave thu
riders for the carrying of the killed and wounded be-
low, and cheerful words passed from bis lips to those
who we're writing in pain aud torture owing to the
wounds they had received.