When we entered the harbor in the John, it was with difficulty that a berth could be found; at least two hundred and fifty vessels, a large portion of which were Americans, were in port, discharging or taking in cargo.
Captain Turner found no trouble in selling his molasses.

He dared not run the risk of taking it to the United States, lest his roguery should be discovered through some flaw in his papers, and his vessel and cargo seized by revenue officers.

He retained only a few casks of rum, sufficient to pay port charges, and prepared to sail for a southern port.
Shortly before we arrived at St.Bartholomew, a ship belonging to Connecticut, in consequence of some irregularity in her proceedings, was seized by the authorities and taken possession of by a guard of ten or a dozen soldiers.

The ship was about ready for sea when this event took place; and on the following day, according to a preconcerted plan between the captain and Mr.Arnold, the supercargo, the officers and crew rose upon the soldiers, deprived them of their arms, and forced them below.

Then they quietly slipped the cables, and let the ship drift gradually out of the harbor, until past the shipping, when every sail was instantly spread, as if by magic, and before the mystified garrison of the fort could understand the curious manoeuver, realize the audacity of the Yankees, and get ready their guns, the ship was beyond the reach of their shot.