ly ordered to leave; but,
before going, he astonished the mate by begging for the tub of slush,
which he said might enable him to earn a few cents along the docks.
The mate carelessly told him to take the stuff, and be off; which he
promptly did, carrying away with him his tub of slush, with its
concealed treasure. It is worthy of note, that this negro, far from
home and from the owners of the money, paid it into a bank to the
credit of the captain whom he had served.

Salem, Mass., was another great port for privateers to hail from. Not
less than twenty-five of these predatory gentry fitted out at the
quiet little seaside village; and, when the war was ended, few of the
inhabitants were unable to tell some tale of personal adventures,
cruising against the enemy. Indeed, Salem had the honor of receiving
the first prize captured on the ocean after the declaration of war;
for into the harbor came, on the 10th of June, 1812, the trim
privateer schooner "Fame," followed close by two ships, from the
halliards of which waved the British flag surmounted by the stars and
stripes. Then the whole town turned out as one man to greet and cheer
the captors; but, long before the war was ended, the appearance of a
prize in the harbor aroused little excitement. One of the most
successful of the rovers sailing from this port was the "Dolphin,"
whose record during the war shows a list of twenty-two captured
vessels. Her faculty for making long cruises, and turning up in the
most unexpected places, made her the dread of all British
sea-captains. She was manned by a gallant set of lads, who had no fear
of hard fighting; and many of her prizes were won at the cannon's
mouth. In January, 1813, the "Dolphin" fell in with a British ship and
brig cruising together off Cape St. Vincent. Though the enemy
outnumbered the privateersmen, and carried heavier metal, yet the
"Dolphin" went gallantly into the fight, and after a severe battle
succeeded in taking both vessels. Great was the astonishment of the
British at being thus snapped up by a Yankee privateer almost under
the guns of the Rock of Gibraltar. The luckless Britons were carried
to America as prisoners; but so kind was the treatment they met with
at the hands of the privateers, that on leaving the "Dolphin," at
Boston, they published a card in which they said, "Should the fortune
of war ever throw Capt. Stafford or any of his crew into the hands of
the British, it is sincerely hoped he wi