The negroes were well armed and fought ferociously.

The mate was seriously wounded, four seamen were stabbed, the Spanish first mate had two musket balls in him, and a passenger was killed in the fray.
Having driven the slaves below and battened them down, the American party returned next morning to put the irons on them.

A horrid sight confronted them.

Thirsting for vengeance, the Spanish sailors had spread-eagled several of the negroes to ringbolts in the deck and were shaving the living flesh from them with razor-edged boarding lances.
Captain Delano thereupon disarmed these brutes and locked them up in their turn, taking possession of the ship until he could restore order.
The sequel was that he received the august thanks of the Viceroy of Chili and a gold medal from His Catholic Majesty.

As was the custom, the guilty slaves, poor wretches, were condemned to be dragged to the gibbet at the tails of mules, to be hanged, their bodies burned, and their heads stuck upon poles in the plaza.
It was while in this Chilean port of Talcahuano that Amasa Delano heard the tale of the British whaler which had sailed just before his arrival.
He tells it so well that I am tempted to quote it as a generous tribute to a sailor of a rival race.