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frigate, on board which I thus suddenly found myself, formed one
of the East India Squadron, of which Admiral Peter Rainier was
Commander-in-Chief.
The "Boreas" had a short time before this been despatched to Macao
for the protection of the China trade. I speak of course from hearsay, as
what I am about to relate occurred just before I came into existence;
indeed, of many other subsequent events which I shall venture to
describe I cannot be said to have any very vivid recollection, although
present at the time. The frigate was standing to the eastward, some
three or four leagues from the coast, when one of the topmen, Pat
Brady, on the look-out at the mast-head, discovered a sail in shore to
the northward. Pat was a relation of my mother--she was an
Irishwoman, and, as Pat never failed to assert, a credit to her country.
He would at all times have been ready to fight any man who ventured
to hold a different opinion.
Our Captain, Christopher Cobb, was a brave man, but somewhat
peppery, and very easily put out.
The wind had previously been light. It fell a dead calm soon after the
stranger had been sighted. Our First-Lieutenant, Mr Schank, who, in
spite of having a wooden leg, was as active as any man on board,
having gone aloft himself to take a look at her, came to the opinion that
she was a brig of war. From the way in which she increased her

distance from the frigate after she was seen, it was very evident that she
had her sweeps out, and there was every probability of her escaping.
"That must not be! That must not be!" muttered the Captain, as he
paced the quarter-deck, fretting and fuming under the hot sun of the
tropics. "Mr Schank, we must not let her go."
"No, sir," said the First-Lieutenant, "that would never do."
"We must take her with the boats if we cannot overtake her with the
ship," said the Captain, with one of his quiet laughs.
"The very thing I was thinking of, sir," answered Mr Schank, who, I
may observe, presented a great contrast to his excellent superior, the
one being short and rotund, while in figure the Lieutenant was tall and
gaunt.
"Then we will have the boats out and see what we can do," said the
Captain.
"With all my heart, sir," answered the First-Lieutenant. "I will, if you
please, take the command."
"Out boats!" was the order. The object was quickly known. In an
instant the men who had till then been listlessly hanging about the
decks in the few shady places they could find, for the sun was pretty
nigh overhead, were instantly aroused into activity.
In a short time six boats were in the water manned and armed. In them
went three lieutenants and the master, two master's mates, fifty seamen,
and twenty marines. One of the gigs, the fastest boat, led the way, each
boat taking the one next to her in tow. As they shoved off their
shipmates cheered, and heartily wished them success. That they were
determined to obtain, though they well knew that they had a pull before
them of a good many hours under a burning sun, and probably some
pretty sharp fighting at the end of it. After following her for an hour or
more, Mr Schank perceived that they gained nothing on the brig. He
therefore ordered the boats to cast off from each other, and to make the

best of their way, provided no boat rowed ahead of the barge under his
command. It was just two o'clock when the expedition left the frigate.
My father was in the launch commanded by a master's mate, Mr Harry
Oliver, a slight delicate youth who appeared utterly unfit for such work,
but he had the heart of a lion, and daring unsurpassed by any officer in
the service. For four long hours the chase continued, when, at about six
in the evening, she was still four leagues ahead. Mr Schank now
ordered the master to proceed in the gig as fast as he could pull, and by
all means to keep sight of the brig, while in the event of darkness
coming on he was to hoist a light to show her position. It had been
arranged that the attack was to be made in two lines. The barge,
pinnace, and gig were to board on the starboard quarter; and the other
line, consisting of the three other boats, on the larboard quarter. For
upwards of two hours longer the boats pulled on, the gloom of evening
gradually closing over them. Still they could distinguish the dim outline
of the brig ahead. The First-Lieutenant having got within musket-shot
of the chase with Mr Oliver's