48' W., the question of the voyage to Maranham, or even to Para, appeared definitely settled, and letting his fires go down, Captain Semmes put up his helm, made all sail, and stood away on a N.W.course, hoping to find a fresh supply of coal at some of the ports of Guiana under his lee.
The afternoon of that day saw the sky clear, the sea almost calm, and the little Sumter, rolling along on the long, lazy swell, with all her starboard studding-sails set, at about three or four knots an hour, towards Cape Orange, from which point it was intended to make her way into Cayenne.
Here she arrived on the 15th August, but her hopes were again doomed to disappointment.

On coming to anchor, officers were at once despatched with the usual complimentary messages to the Governor, and a request to be informed whether the vessel could be supplied with coal.

These officers, however, were not permitted to land, the reason given being, that they were without a clean bill of health from their last port.

It was in vain to represent the perfect state of health of the crew, and the length of time they had been at sea.

The official mind was closed against any argument but that of the _consigne_.