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.