t again
into clear water. Hurrah! Well done, Grampus! She stands up to her
canvas bravely. She is making for Fogland Ferry. If she carries
nothing away she will reach it too."

Such were the exclamations to which I gave utterance as I watched the
progress of the prize. More than once she appeared to be nearing the
land, and I thought that I could make out people following her course,
ready to take possession of her should she drift on shore. Then, again,
she stood off clear of danger, and at length disappeared in the
distance. By daylight next morning, the weather having moderated, I
once more made sail in quest of my prize, and as I drew near the wharf
at Fogland Ferry, to my great satisfaction, I found her safely moored
alongside of it. We remained here some days, till at last, the weather
becoming finer, on the 27th of November I sailed with my prize for
Newport. I was very anxious to carry her there in safety. I had gained
her not without danger and difficulty, and she afforded a substantial
evidence that I had not been idle during my cruise. Scarcely was I
clear of the land when I made out a large whale-boat, which I chased for
three hours and ultimately took. She had on board a cargo of beef,
pork, cheese, and tallow. However, it came on to blow harder than ever,
so, much against my will, I had to heave a cold shot into her, which
sent her to the bottom, and once more I was compelled to run for the
Seaconnet Passage.

Next day, that is, on the 28th, I once more put to sea, but in a short
time it came on to blow harder than ever. Still, in my anxiety to reach
my destination, I did not like to put back, and kept hammering away in
the hopes of making good my passage. Feeling that I must take ten
minutes of sleep, I went below, but scarcely had I thrown myself on a
locker when I was hove off it. I sprang on deck, and found that a
squall had thrown the vessel on her beam-ends. I sang out an order to
cut away topsail halyards, sheets, main and fore ties, peak halyards.
It was done, not without difficulty. Still she would not right. I put
the helm up. She answered it, and away we floundered, almost
water-logged, to our former place of anchorage in the Seaconnet Passage.

On the 29th, getting all things to rights again, I once more sailed; and
this time, in spite of the gale, and not without difficulty, I reached
Newport with my prize. I got some credit for my proceedings, and I felt
that I was am