She came up slowly at first, evidently not seeing us as we lay concealed in the shadow of the hills; but when within about two miles, we could see, with the aid of our glasses, the water curling from her bows, and we knew that the Yankee had scented his prey; or, to employ the expressive phrase of our rough old signal quartermaster, "she had got a bone in her mouth." All the good citizens of St.Pierre came down to the beach to witness the scene, and a great many indulged their aquatic instincts by swimming out to us to await the _denouement_.

The Iroquois was now close on to us, and when about a hundred yards distant, hauled down the Danish colours, and set the stars and stripes in their place.

Thus we were once more in the presence of our hated foe.
The Iroquois is one of the new class of gunboats, powerfully armed with nine and eleven-inch guns, and is about 1000 tons burden.

Her crew consists of about 200 men; and we knew it was useless for the Sumter to think of fighting her, our only hope of escape being by strategy.

The enemy stood in close to the land, and sent a boat on shore to communicate with the U.S.Consul and the French authorities, being, however, very careful not to drop anchor.