’Whilst at Bahia I was shown a letter from the master of one of the whaling barques to an agent, in which he wrote that he would spare no money or time to follow to the uttermost ends of the earth, and bring to justice, the man who had so cruelly deceived him.  This sentence had reference to my denial of the Alabama and the substitution of the U.S. steamer Iroquois for that of C.S. steamer Alabama.  The ingratitude of some people!!’

On the 16th April Captain Semmes resumes his diary as follows:—­Weather clear; wind light from the southward and eastward.  Our banner, last night a lurid flame, is a tall column of smoke advertising us for twenty-five or thirty miles round.  My first intention was to ship all my prisoners, amounting to about one hundred and ten, in the prize brig, but the Governor having consented to my landing them, I am busy to-day getting them on shore, with their baggage and provisions, and receiving prisoners from the Louisa Hatch.  Sun very warm.  The Governor paid me a visit this morning, and requested that I would write him on the subject of the captures yesterday, stating the fact (with which he was satisfied, or at least, to which he made no objection) that they were captured beyond the league from the land, and requesting leave to land the prisoners, in order that our understanding should assume an official shape, which I did.

Friday, April 17th.—­The weather still continues very warm; wind light from the S.E., and cloudy.  Busy receiving and stowing away provisions, replacing the coal consumed, and getting ready for sea generally.  The landing of so many prisoners amid so small a population has created a very great stir, and the excitable Brazilians are discussing among themselves and with the Yankee captains the question of the American war with great vehemence.  Several sail have been reported as usual.  The afternoon set in rainy, and the rain continued all night.  Towards nightfall sent the prizes, Louisa Hatch and Kate Cory, a league outside the island, and burned them.  Received four recruits from the Louisa Hatch, and more volunteered, but I am full.

Saturday, April 18th.—­Morning cloudy, with wind light from the S.E.  Loosed sails to-day.  I am anxiously expecting the arrival of the Agrippina, my store ship, from England, which was ordered to rendezvous here—­not so anxiously, however, as if my coal-bunkers were empty.  But she has a couple of additional guns on board, that would make an important addition to my battery.

Sunday, April 19th.—­Rain in the morning, with light airs.  Our steam-tubes leak badly, and I am afraid the leaks will increase so as to give us trouble.  Every time we get up steam, even a few pounds for condensing water, we find that large quantities of hot water flow into the hold; eight inches escaped in about twelve hours yesterday.  Unfortunately, too, this tubing is laid so low in the bottom of the ship, as to be out of reach for examination or repairs without being taken up.  The Governor sent me off a fine turkey and some fruit, and his lady a bouquet of roses.  The roses were very sweet, and made me home-sick for a while.