Connecticut western news., 1886-08-11
WITH THE ALABAMA.
A New Story of the Confed-
 crate Cruiser.
One of Her Crew Tells How She Once
 Lost Rich Yankee Prize.

Lost Rich Yankee Prisa
 'Master's Mate" tells the following story of his vessel, the Confederate cruiser Alabama, in the Detroit Free | Press:-
 In 1863, as the Confederate cruiser left Bahia for Cape Town to prey upon Federal commerce wherever found, she captured the Justina only few miles east of the port mentioned. Then she headed to the south and picked uE the Jabez Snow, the Amazonian, the Talisman and the Conrad in succession on that course. When below Ric Janeiro and ready to shape her course tc the east, she picked up the Anns Schmidt, and four days later, the Ex- press. From that point we made the long voyage to the Cape without secur- ing another victim, though we sighted several which escaped us. My story has to do with one of the latter incidents. One afternoon, as we were holding oul course under sail, with the fires banked and steam down, sail was sighted te the north. After time she was made out to be large ship, and was holding her course for the Cape. For a long time some of the officers held that she was English, and as we were both gradu. ally nearing each other, the engineer re- ceived no orders to get up steam. There was good sea on, and the promise of z nasty night, when, an hour before sum- down, the two crafts, running the legs of triangle, as it were, approached each other within about two miles. Then we hoisted the United States flag, although by this time it was we'll known that she was American. After { few minutes the ball was run up to hel masthead and broke away to unfurl the old stars and stripes. We had made ourselves believe that we hated the old flag, but when we saw it given to the breeze above the swelling sails of noble clipper out there on the broad Atlantic, we men felt like cheering.
 Down came the flag of deceit from our masthead, and up went the flag of the Southern Confederacy in its place. Il must have been great surprise to the Yankee, and upon my word I felt sorry at the thought of such noble craft be- ing given over to the flames. The wind was from the northwest, and breezing uI stronger all the time. We cast loose { gun and fired shot across the clippers course, and according to the usual order of things she should have heaved to and submitted to the inevitable. We all looked for such action, especially as we were now not over mile apart and she we'll under our guns. There was some thing like futter of excitement aboard of her for moment, and then her nose pointed up to the north, her men swarmed aloft, and in five minutes she was pyramid of canvas and walking of like a race horse. During this interval we had been beat ing to quarters and casting loose the guns, and as it was seen that she meant te run away from us we opened on her with everything that would bear. She was now almost stern-on to us, and in a raking position, but we soon found that the heavy sea running materially inter- fered with our gunnery. She had nc doubt calculated on this, and though some of our shots gave her close shave, she gave her whole attention to getting away. We soon saw that she could out sail us, and orders were given to get uI steam. We kept begging away at her IT hopes to cripple her aloft, but before we had accomplished anything darkness came down. We sent men aloft with glasses to keep her 1n sight, and reserved our ammunition until we should get tt close quarters. We clapped on all tht canvas we could carry, and after a time udu stcdil CO uCl r uS diOuS, uuI OCAOis the propeller had made revolution the men aloft had reported that the clipper was out of sight.
 Our only recourse was to follow to tht northeast in hopes of picking her III when daylight came, but when day broke after long and weary night tht ocean was clear of sail. The day we reached Cape Town we saw our fugitive safely anchored in the harbor. Two ol three days later, when was on shore leave, Iran across some of her crew, and was told by them that as soon as she was beyond our sight she turned on he heel and ran to the south, thus crossing our bows and making every yard we TUT take us farther away from her. A midnight she bore to the East again, ant was in Cape Town four days ahead o us.
 A Revengeful Artist.
 Daubcr, the artist, has a private grudg against Bondclipper, the banker. Con