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boat, he directed his men to lie on to their
oars that they might arm, and allow the sternmost boats to come up.
Just then the master in the gig rejoined them.
"What is she?" asked Mr Schank.
"A French man-of-war brig of sixteen guns," was the answer. "She is
under all sail with her sweeps out, and we shall find it pretty brisk work
getting on board." The crews had of course been ordered to keep
silence, or I rather think that they would have uttered a hearty shout at
this announcement. In a few minutes more the sternmost boats got up,
and their crews also armed and prepared for the attack. They were
directed to steer one on each side of the brig, and to get in under the
sweeps and close to her sides. In ten minutes they were within
pistol-shot of the enemy, who was slipping along through the water, her
sweeps being aided by the light wind off the land, at about two knots an
hour.
And now the silence which had hitherto been kept was broken by the
voice of their gallant leader shouting, "What vessel is that?"
There was no answer. Again he asked the same question in French. It

was very bad French, and perhaps was not better understood than the
previous question. At all events no reply was made.
"Then at her, lads!" cried Mr Schank; and the crews of the boats,
uttering three hearty cheers, dashed up towards the brig's stern. As they
got close up, however, a tremendous fire of heavy guns and musketry
was opened on them, the bullets whizzing round them and wounding
many, though fortunately none of the boats were struck by the
round-shot, while, as they got up, pikes were thrust down at them and
pistols fired in their faces. The bowmen in the leading boats which had
got hold of the ship's sides were killed or wounded, and the boats
dropped astern. Among those hit was their brave leader, but undaunted
he shouted to his men to pull up again. Again as they did so they met
with the same reception.
CHAPTER TWO.
The First-Lieutenant was not a man to be defeated. Wounded as he was,
he still resolved to persevere.
"Never say die, lads!" he shouted, as they were driven back. "Give
them a taste of our powder in return!"
On this, the boats poured a hot fire of musketoons and small-arms
through the brig's stern and quarter-ports. It told with tremendous effect,
for not a shot was now fired upon the boats.
"On, on, lads!" shouted the First-Lieutenant; and before the Frenchmen
could recover, the boats were hanging on to her quarters, and the crews
were climbing up on deck. The First-Lieutenant, in spite of his wooden
leg and wound, was among the foremost. My father, though also hit,
followed close behind the brave young mate--Harry Oliver. Scarcely
had they gained the brig's deck, however, ere the Frenchmen rallied and
opposed them with the most determined bravery. The English crew
climbing up one after the other, quickly gained possession of the whole
of the after part of the brig, not, however, without several being killed
and wounded, the Second-Lieutenant being among the former. He was
cut down, after being twice shot through the body. For a few minutes a

most bloody and tremendous conflict ensued. A Frenchman thrust his
pike through Mr Oliver's side, and another was following it up with his
sword, and would certainly have put an end to the young officer, had
not my father, just as he got an ugly prong in his side of the same
description, with one sweep of his cutlass brought the man to the deck,
never to move again. French crews can very seldom, if ever, stand
against English boarders. The bravest of the enemy were cut down, or
began to give way. My father, with Mr Oliver on one side and the
First-Lieutenant and Master on the other, with the men at their backs,
now made a clear path, strewing the decks with the bodies of those who
attempted to oppose them. The remainder of the enemy fled; some
leaped down the hatchways, others took shelter on the bowsprit and
jib-boom, and the more nimble sprang up the shrouds, where, as my
father declared, like so many monkeys, they hung chattering and asking
for quarter.
"Of course, if they would but have been quiet and peaceable, we had no
wish to kill them," he used to say, "and glad enough we were when we
found ourselves in possession of the brig, just about five minutes from
the time we had first stepped on her decks. It was about the hardest bit
of work I ever was engaged in," he always averred. "We lost our