ANOTHER STROKE OF LUCK.

Having captured the Frenchmen, the next item on the programme was to so

arrange matters that they might be at once transferred to other and more

comfortable quarters--thus leaving the barracoon free for the reception,

if necessary, of the unfortunate slaves now close at hand without

running any risk of their getting the better of my little band of

invalids. This was not a very difficult matter, for there were plenty

of slave irons about the place; and, having procured the necessary

number of sets, I had the Frenchmen out of the barracoon, four at a

time, ironed them, and then marched them out of the compound to a large

empty shed which would answer the purpose of a prison most admirably.

In less than half an hour I had the entire party secured and in charge

of an armed guard of two men; and now all that remained to be done was

to obtain possession of the brig.

To accomplish this, I chose the soundest eight of the party who had

assisted in capturing the Frenchmen, and, leading them to the wharf

steps, ordered them down into the French captain's gig, which was, of

course, still lying alongside the wharf. Then, stepping into the stern-

sheets myself, we pushed off and headed for the brig, which we boarded a

few minutes later without let or hindrance, the small number of hands

still remaining on board having apparently gone below and turned in the

moment that they saw the chief mate clear of the ship. At all events

when we ascended the gangway ladder not a soul was to be seen; our lads

therefore quickly clapped on the hatches, beginning with the fore-

scuttle, and the brig was ours. Then, having made sure that the half-

dozen or so of prisoners down in the forecastle could not get loose

again, I went up and hauled down the French flag, hoisting it again to

the gaff-end beneath an English ensign which I found in the flag-locker.

I thought that the sight of the brig, with the two ensigns thus

arranged, would be an agreeable sight and afford a pleasant surprise to

our people when they returned from capturing the cauffle.

It had just gone five bells in the afternoon watch when the skipper's

party hove in sight at the spot where the bush path led down to the

creek, and where their boats were moored. The brig, of course, at once

attracted their attention, and, looking through the ship's telescope at

them, I made out Captain Perry standing alone on a little projecting

point, staring hard at her, as though he scarcely knew what to make of

her; I therefore ordered four hands into the gig, and, rowing across to

where he stood, explained matters. My story took quite a quarter of an

hour to tell, for he continually interrupted me to ask questions; but

when I had finished he was good enough to express his most unqualified

approval of what I had done, winding up by saying--

"I may as well tell you now, Mr Fortescue--what indeed I had quite made

up my mind to before the performance of this exceedingly meritorious

piece of work--that it is my intention to give you an acting order as

third lieutenant, Mr Purchase and Mr Hoskins moving up a step, as well

as myself, in consequence of the lamented death of Captain Harrison."

Of course I thanked him, as in duty bound; and then he informed me that

the ambuscade had been completely successful, the entire cauffle having

been captured with the exchange of less than a score of shots; and that

although three of the slave-traders had been killed and five wounded,

not one of our own men had been hurt. But he added that the unhappy

blacks were so completely worn out with their long march down to the

coast that it would only be rank cruelty to release them at once, and

that he had therefore decided to house them in the barracoons and give

them a week's complete rest before starting them back on their long

homeward march.

"And now, Mr Fortescue," he concluded, "since that English ensign

aboard the prize has done its work, have the goodness to haul it down,

and keep the French flag flying, if you please; I quite expect that we

shall have two or three more ships here to help in the conveyance of

this huge cauffle of slaves across the Atlantic; and I do not wish them

to be alarmed and put on their guard--should they come upon us

unexpectedly--by seeing a vessel riding at anchor with the signal flying

that she has been captured by the English."

This was, of course, sound common sense, and I lost not a moment in

returning to the brig and making the required alteration in the

arrangement of the flags. That being done, it occurred to me that it

would be a wise thing to clear the remainder of the French crew out of

the vessel; and this I also did; afterwards assisting in transporting

the miserable slaves across the channel to the island, and helping to

arrange for their comfort and well-being during the night. They were,

without exception, what the slave-dealers would doubtless have called "a

prime lot"--numbering fifteen hundred and eighty-four, of whom less than

two hundred were women; but they were all worn to skin and bone with the

fatigue and hardship which they had been called upon to endure on the

march from their own country down to the coast, and were so dead-beaten

with fatigue that they appeared to have sunk into such a state of apathy

that even the prospect of immediate rest, plenty of good food, and a

speedy restoration to liberty seemed insufficient to lift them out of

it. But after they had been made to bathe and thoroughly cleanse

themselves from the dust and other impurities of the march, prior to

being housed in the barracoons, they seemed to pluck up a little

spirit,--a salt-water bath is a wonderful tonic,--and later on in the

evening, when a plentiful meal was served out to them, they so far

recovered their spirits as to begin to jabber among themselves. It was

close upon sunset before the last batch had been ferried across to the

island and lodged in the barracoons; and then, in accordance with an

order from the skipper, I took a working-party on board the brig, and,

casting her off from the buoy to which she had been moored, warped her

in alongside the wharf and made her fast there.

The next two days were entirely devoid of incident; but we were all kept

busy in attending to the unfortunate captive blacks, supervising the

bathing of them in batches, inducing them to take a moderate amount of

exercise in the barracoon compounds, feeding them up, and nursing the

sick--of whom, however, there was luckily a singularly small percentage.

But on the morning of the third day, before the gig had started upon

her daily cruise of surveillance of the river, the look-out whose turn

it was for duty in the crow's-nest had scarcely ascended to his lofty

perch in the tree when he hurried down again with the intelligence that

three craft--a ship, a barque, and a large brigantine--were in the

offing and making for the mouth of the river. Whereupon Mr Purchase

volunteered to go aloft, taking me with him as aide-de-camp, to keep an

eye upon the strangers, and to transmit intelligence of their movements

from time to time. The skipper promptly accepted the offer and,

besides, arranged a system by which I was to write Mr Purchase's

messages, carry them from the crow's-nest to the ground, and deliver

them over to one of two midshipmen in waiting, who would at once scamper

off with it, while I ascended the Jacob's ladder again for further

information, to be transmitted by the second midshipman--if, meanwhile,

the first had not had time to return. This system acted admirably, for

it kept the captain fully informed of the course of events, and at the

same time left him quite free to attend to such preparations for the

reception of the three craft as he might deem necessary.

These preparations were beautifully simple, consisting merely in the

arming of every man capable of taking part in what would probably prove

to be a fairly stubborn fight, manning the boats with the fighting

contingent, and then remaining concealed until the approaching craft had

come up to the anchorage and made fast to the buoys,--as we fully

expected that they would,--when the boats were to make a simultaneous

dash at all three craft and carry them by boarding, while we invalids

were left to look after the prisoners and see that they did not break

out and create a diversion in favour of their friends.

Meanwhile the land-breeze was fast dying away in the offing, while the

sea-breeze had not yet set in, consequently, when the approaching craft

arrived within about two miles of the river's mouth they entered a

streak of glassy calm, and lay there, rolling heavily, with their sun-

bleached canvas napping itself threadbare against their masts and

rigging, thus affording us an excellent opportunity to get breakfast at

leisure, and fortify ourselves generally against the stress of the

coming struggle.

We had just comfortably finished our meal, and Captain Perry had

completed his final dispositions, when the look-out who had temporarily

taken Mr Purchase's place in the crow's-nest came down with the

intelligence that the sea-breeze was setting in, and might be expected

to reach the becalmed craft within the next ten minutes; whereupon the

first lieutenant and I returned to our post of observation to watch the

progress of the approaching slavers, and report upon it from time to

time.

Upon regaining our perch we saw that the brigantine, which was the

outermost craft of the three, had just caught the sea-breeze and, having

squared away before it, was coming along almost as fast as the breeze

itself; then the barque and the ship caught it within a minute of each

other, and presently all three of them were racing straight for the

mouth of the river. But they were still a long way off, and, owing to

the many twists and turns in the course of the river, would have nearly

twenty miles to travel before they could reach the anchorage. And when,

some time later, having safely negotiated the bar and entered the river,

they arrived at the point where they would have to shift their helms to

enter the N'Chongo Chine Lagoon--where we were patiently awaiting them--

we saw that only two of them, the barque and the brigantine, were coming

our way, while the ship continued on up the river, presumably bound to

the Camma Lagoon, where poor Captain Harrison had lost his life in the

attack upon the factory. This was a distinct relief to us; for although

all our wounded were doing remarkably well, the number of men actually

in fighting trim was so small that to tackle the three vessels

simultaneously would have been an exceedingly formidable job, whereas we

felt that the capture of two of them was well within our powers.

Moreover it would be comparatively easy to take the ship upon her return

down the river, which would doubtless happen immediately upon the

discovery of the destruction of the factory to which she was evidently

bound.

Despite the zigzag course that the two approaching craft would have to

steer, the sea-breeze afforded them a leading wind all the way to the

south-east end of the island, which we occupied; consequently after

leaving the river and entering the lagoon they came along at a very

rapid rate, the brigantine seeming to be rather the faster craft of the

two. Meanwhile the skipper, being kept fully informed of the progress

of the approaching vessels, had caused our prize, _La Belle Estelle_, to

be warped far enough off from the wharf wall to allow of our boats being

placed in ambush between her and the wharf, where they now lay, with

their officers and crew already in them, waiting for the moment when the

word should be given for them to dash forth from their hiding-place.

At length the brigantine, with the barque less than a cable's length

astern of her--both of them flying Spanish colours at their gaff-ends--

arrived within a mile of the spot where it would be necessary for her to

luff up in order to fetch the anchorage, whereupon Purchase and I

descended from our look-out, and, having made our final report to the

skipper, went our several ways--the first to take command of the pinnace

in the impending attack, and I to place myself at the head of the

convalescents, my duty being to assist as might be required, and to see

that the prisoners did not seize the opportunity to become troublesome.

The prisoners were all confined in outbuildings at the rear of the

settlement, and it was there that my little band of armed convalescents

were assembled; consequently I was obliged to station myself where I

could keep an eye upon and be in touch with them. Yet I was quite

determined that, even though I must keep one eye upon my own especial

command, and the buildings over which they were mounting guard, I would

also witness the attack upon the approaching slavers. Ultimately, after

two or three unsuccessful attempts, I succeeded in finding a spot from

which I could accomplish both objects, and at the same time sit

comfortably in the shadow of a building.

A few minutes later, from behind the belt of trees and scrub that

extended along the whole southern shore of the islet, I beheld the end

of the brigantine's flying-jib-boom slide into view, with the flying-

jib, recently hauled down, napping loosely in the wind; then followed

the rest of the spar, with the standing jib also hauled down, and a

couple of men out on the boom, busily engaged in stowing it; then her

fore-topmast staysail, beautifully cut and drawing like a whole team of

horses, swept into view, followed by the fore part of a very handsome

hull bearing the foremast, with the topsail still set, the

topgallantsail and royal clewed up and in process of being furled, and

the course hanging from the foreyard in graceful festoons. Finally came

the remaining length of hull with the towering mainmast supporting a

mainsail as handsomely cut and setting as flat as that of a yacht.

She was a most beautiful vessel, sitting very low in the water, and

therefore, perhaps, looking even longer than she actually was. She was

broadside-on to me, so I could not see what amount of beam she showed;

consequently it was a little difficult to estimate her size, but,

judging from her general appearance, I put it down at about two hundred

and twenty tons. She was painted a brilliant grass green from her rail

to her copper, and showed four ports of a side, out of which peered the

muzzles of certain brass cannon that I decided were probably long nines.

The vessel reached across the narrow channel and went in stays quite

close to the tree-clad northern shore of the lagoon--thus at once

exhibiting her own exceedingly shallow-draught of water and her

skipper's intimate knowledge of the locality--just as the barque in turn

hove in sight. This last vessel had nothing at all remarkable in her

appearance, except perhaps that her canvas was exceptionally well cut,

but she was by no means a beauty, and to the eye presented all the

characteristics of the ordinary merchantman, being painted black, with a

broad white band round her upon which were depicted ten painted ports.

But these appearances of honesty were deceptive, for despite the general

"motherliness" of her aspect she was almost as speedy a ship as the

brigantine, although she had by this time shortened down to her two

topsails and fore-topmast staysail. Also, with the aid of my telescope,

I was able to discern, above the blatant pretence of the painted ports,

six closed ports of a side, which I had no doubt concealed as many

cannon.

The brigantine, tacking as smartly and handily as a little boat, came

round and headed well up for the weathermost buoy, to which she made

fast a few minutes later, with the barque close upon her heels. Until

the latter had also made fast to a buoy--the one astern of the

brigantine--a dead silence reigned over the settlement, broken only by

the shouts of the people on board the two new arrivals as they went

noisily about their work of clewing up, hauling down, and furling their

canvas; but the moment that the barque was fast to her buoy and the men

who had bent the cable to the buoy had returned on board, there arose a

sudden rattle and splash of oars, and our concealed boats swept out from

their hiding-place between the brig and the wharf and made a dash for

the two craft, half of them going for the brigantine while the other

half struck out for the barque.

The surprise, admirably managed by the skipper, was complete; for the

greater part of the crews of the two vessels was aloft furling the

canvas at the moment when our boats appeared; and although their

appearance served as a signal for the men aloft to swing themselves off

the yards and descend to the deck by way of the backstays, yet before

they had time to arm themselves and prepare for an effective resistance

our lads were alongside and swarming in over the low rails of the two

craft; and a very brief scuffle sufficed to place them in possession of

both. Upon inspection, they proved to be undoubted slavers, for they

were not only fitted with slave-decks, but had a full supply of water

and meal on board; in fact they were ready for the immediate reception

of their human cargo, which, but for our interference, they could have

shipped and gone to sea again in a very few hours.

The barque was named _Don Miguel_, of three hundred and forty-seven tons

measurement, hailing from Havana; with a crew of fifty-six, all told;

and she mounted twelve twelve-pounders, with an ample supply of

ammunition for them in her magazine. The brigantine rejoiced in the

name _El Caiman_. She was a trifle bigger than I had estimated her to

be, her papers showing her tonnage to be two hundred and thirty. She

carried a crew of forty; and mounted eight beautiful brass long nines on

her broadsides, as well as a long eighteen pivoted on her forecastle.

She hailed from Santiago de Cuba, and was quite a new ship; whereas the

_Don Miguel_ was nearly twenty years old, and leaked like a basket when

heavily pressed by her canvas, as some of us soon discovered.

None of our people were hurt in the scrimmage which resulted in the

capture of these two craft; as soon, therefore, as their crews had been

taken out of them and securely confined, Captain Perry made ready to

sally forth and capture the ship which had gone up the river, and which

might be expected to return immediately upon discovering the destruction

of the factory on the Camma Lagoon. It was regarded as just possible

that, finding the up-river factory destroyed, her captain might make his

way to our anchorage, in the hope of securing a cargo from our factory;

but, on the other hand, it was also possible that he might get an

inkling of our presence somewhere in the river, and go straight to sea

again, preferring to try his luck on some other part of the coast.

There was just sufficient time for our lads to get a meal in comfort

before the moment arrived for them to shove off and make their way to

the mouth of the lagoon in order to intercept, and prevent the escape

of, the returning ship; the skipper therefore gave orders to pipe all

hands to dinner, and while the meal was in progress he made his

dispositions for the forthcoming expedition.

As before, I was left in charge of the convalescents to take care of the

sick and see that the prisoners--now, of course, considerably augmented

in numbers by our most recent captures--did not get into mischief. But

although I was not permitted to participate in the fun, I was in no mood

to lose it altogether; I therefore waited patiently until the little

flotilla of boats had started--and my services on their account were no

longer required--and then, having first gone the rounds of the place and

satisfied myself that everything was perfectly safe, I slung my

telescope over my shoulder and made my way aloft to the crow's-nest,

wherein I comfortably settled myself, and, levelling my glass over a big

branch that served admirably as a rest for it, prepared to watch the

progress of the boats and, as I hoped, witness the capture of the ship.

The crow's-nest was rigged among the topmost branches of the highest

tree on the islet, the view obtainable from it was very extensive,

embracing an arc of the horizon of nearly one hundred and eighty

degrees, which included, on my far right, the mouth of the river, some

twenty miles distant, and a few miles of the offing beyond, while

stretching away to the left of that point, toward the southward and

eastward, could be traced the entire course of the river as far as the

native town of Olomba, and thence onward to the Camma Lagoon, while the

near and middle distance was occupied by the waters of the N'Chongo

Chine Lagoon, with--in the present instance--the boat flotilla carrying

on under a heavy press of canvas to fetch the passage giving access to

the river.

I watched these for some time, observing with interest the gallant

manner in which the captain's gig, under a spread of canvas that was

manifestly too much for her in the roaring sea-breeze that was now

blowing, struggled along and contrived to still retain the lead of the

bigger and more powerful boats; and then I began to search the river for

signs of the returning ship, for I calculated that by this time she must

have arrived at her destination and discovered the destruction of the

factory; so it was a question what the skipper of her would do upon

making the discovery. That she was not in the Camma Lagoon was pretty

evident, for almost the whole expanse of that sheet of water was in full

view from my look-out, and I could scarcely have failed to see her, had

she been there; I therefore carefully inspected the course of the river

more toward Olomba, and presently I caught a glimpse of her upper canvas

sliding along past the belt of mangroves and bush that bordered the

river. She was beating down against the sea-breeze, with a strong

current under her lee bow hawsing her up to windward, and was making

very rapid progress.

Then I allowed my glances to return to the boats, and wondered whether

those in them could see the ship. I came to the conclusion that they

could not, being by this time too far over toward the other side of the

lagoon, and consequently too close in to the mangroves to be able to see

over them. I now most ardently wished that I had thought of arranging

to display a signal warning them of the approach of the ship, for it

would be a piece of information very useful for them to possess under

the existing circumstances; but I had not, so there was no use in

worrying about it. And even as I came to this conclusion the gig, still

leading, disappeared within the narrow channel giving access to the

river, and was quickly followed by the other boats, until the whole had

vanished.

And now I could but guess what was happening in the channel, and watch

the movements of the ship. By the time that the last of the boats had

disappeared, and I was free to again direct my attention to the larger

craft, she had worked down the river as far as the entrance of the creek

giving access to Olomba; and when she next hove about I soon saw, by the

length of time that she was holding on the same tack, that she was

making a long "leg" down the main channel of the river. But she still

had some ten miles of river to traverse before she would reach the spot

at which it had been arranged that the boats should lie in ambush for

her; and, fast as she was travelling, I estimated that it would take her

at least an hour to cover that distance. I therefore drew out my watch,

noted the time, and then set myself patiently to await the course of

events, keenly watching her movements meanwhile. I noticed that, thanks

to the exquisite cut of her canvas, she was looking well up into the

wind, and I thought it possible that, with this advantage, she might

perhaps reach the spot where the boats were awaiting her, without

breaking tacks, which would be an advantage for our people, for it would

throw her so close to the place of ambush that it would cause the attack

almost to take the form of a surprise. And so it did, as I afterward

learned; for when at length her skipper was compelled to put his helm

down and go about, in order to avoid grounding on the mud of the eastern

bank of the river, the ship was in the very mouth of the creek wherein

our boats were lurking; and while the ship was in stays, and all hands

of her crew were busily engaged in tending the tacks, sheets, and

braces, our people dashed alongside and took her almost without striking

a blow.

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