She was Spanish, I guessed, and her officers and crew appeared smart
active fellows; and though she looked in some respects like a
man-of-war, she certainly was not one. Her hatches were off, and as far
as I could judge there was nothing to show that she was a slaver.
The officer who had spoken to me finding that I was a young gentleman,
politely invited me down into the cabin, telling Paul that he might go
forward among the men. Paul thanked him, and took advantage of the
permission granted him. The officers were going to breakfast, and I was
very thankful when they invited me to join them. Altogether they
treated me very civilly.