The pilot who took me up, says he is the man to run me out by the enemy, when I am ready--that he was in New Orleans sixty years ago, and remained a year in Louisiana, where he learned to speak the language, which he has not yet entirely forgotten.
_Monday, January 13th_ .-- At about 10 o'clock the dockyard people came on board of us, and at 10.30 we were safely docked, and at noon the dock pumped dry.

We suffered very little damage from running ashore at Maranham.

We indented a small place under the forefoot, and knocked off only a small portion of our false keel instead of the whole of it, as we supposed.

We are now knocking away bulk-heads, and removing magazine and shell room to get at the shaft.

At 1 P.M.called officially upon the Naval-Commandant, and returned him my thanks for the handsome manner in which he had docked my ship.