Among the papers captured were a couple of despatches to the Sewards, father and son, informing them of our operations at Terceira.  This small craft left Boston only six days before we left Liverpool in the Bahama.  How strangely parties meet upon the high seas!  The master was the cleverest specimen of a Yankee skipper I have met, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight.  He avowed his intention of trying to run the gauntlet of my shot, deprecated the war, &c., &c.

Monday, September 8th.—­* * * * Again stood in to the town of Santa Cruz, in company with the prize; lowered the cutter, and sent the prisoners on shore, with a note addressed to the Governor.  In the meantime the Governor himself with several citizens came on board us.  The Governor offered us the hospitalities of the island, and in return I expressed to him the hope that his fellow-citizens who were passengers, had suffered no inconvenience from her capture.

In the afternoon, gave chase and showed English colours to a Portuguese brigantine.  We then wore ship, and chased a barque in the north-west, with which we came up about sunset.  She proved to be the whaling barque Ocean Rover, from Massachusetts, forty months out, with a cargo of 1100 barrels of oil.  Laid her to for the night, and permitted the captain and his crew to pull in to the shore (Flores) in his six whale boats.  The sea being smooth, the wind light off shore, and the moon near her full, this was a novel night procession!

Tuesday, September 7th.—­* * * * I was aroused in the mid-watch, having had about only three hours’ sleep, after a day of fatigue and excitement, by the announcement that a large barque was close aboard of us.  We were lying to at the time in company with our two prizes.  Wore ship very quietly, and gave chase.  The chase rather got the wind of us, though we head-reached upon her, and at daylight we hoisted the English flag.  The barque not responding, fired a blank cartridge.  She still not responding, fired a shot astern of her, she being about two miles distant.  This brought her to with the United States colours at her peak; put a boat on board, and took possession of her.  She proved to be the Alert, from New London, sixteen days from port; bound, via the Azores, Cape de Verde, &c., to the Indian Ocean.  Supplied ourselves from her with some underclothing for the men, of which we stood in need.

About 9 A.M. fired the Starlight; at 11 fired the Ocean Rover; and at 4 P.M. fired the Alert.  Boarded a Portuguese whaling-brig, the master of which I brought on board with his papers.  These proving to be regular, I dismissed him within a few minutes.  Sent the captain and crew of the Alert on shore, to the village on the north end of Flores, in their own boats, four in number.

Sail, ho! at 5 P.M.  Filled away, and gave chase to a schooner in the N.E.  She was standing for us at first, but tacked on our approach, and endeavoured to run.  We had shown her the United States colors, and she also had hoisted them, but she distrusted us.  A blank cartridge brought her round again, and hove her to.  Sent a boat on board, and took possession of the schooner Weather Gauge, of Provincetown, six weeks out.  The last two captures supplied us with large numbers of Northern newspapers as late as August 18th. * * *