crime in the United States, when he had sailed around the world and visited a majority of its ports, both barbarous and civilized, without molestation.  He wanted the Captain to pay him off and let him leave by some vessel in the morning.  The Captain endeavored to soothe his fears by assuring him that there was no danger of his being imprisoned; that the people of Charleston had too much good feeling in them to be cruel to a distressed sailor; that the power of the consul was a sufficient guarantee of protection.  “You are not among Patagonians, Manuel,” said he.  “There’s no use of working your mind into a fever, you’ll be as well taken care of here and be thought as much of as you would in London.”  This assurance had the effect to soothe his mind, upon which he left the cabin more at ease, and went into the forecastle to turn in with his little companion Tommy.  Men had been detailed for the pumps as soon as the flood-tide made, and the Captain retired to his berth.

It seemed there was a mutual understanding between the pilots and officers in regard to the arrival of colored stewards; and the pilot, after leaving the vessel, went directly to Mr. Grimshaw’s office and reported a nut for him to crack:  this brought him to the wharf to “look around.”

Early in the morning the crew were at their duty.  The mate commenced giving orders to clear away the deck, and Manuel to make preparations for breakfast.  He had scarcely commenced before two men, Messrs. Dunn and Dusenberry walked up and down the wharf for several minutes, then they would stand together and gaze as if to watch the approach of some vessel in the offing.  At length, Dusenberry, seeing Manuel come to the gangway with a bucket in his hand, walked to her side, and, stepping on board, seized him by the collar, and drawing a paper from his pocket, said, “You’re my prisoner! you must go to jail-come, be quick, sir; you must not stop to get your things; you must send for them after you’re committed.”

The mate and several of the crew being near, at once gathered around him.  At the same time Dunn, who was standing at the end of the wharf awaiting the result, thinking Dusenberry was opposed, came to his assistance.  The officers and crew knew the respect due to the laws too well to oppose any obstacles to the constables in executing their duty.  The mate, in a very polite manner, asked as a favor that they would leave the man a few minutes until the Captain came on deck.  They yielded to his solicitation after a great deal of grumbling.  The arrest made a deep feeling among the seamen, but none felt it more than little Tommy; he heard the noise upon deck, and came running with tears in his eyes, and cried, “Oh!  Manuel, why Manuel, what are they going to take you away for?  Won’t I see you again, Manuel?” The little fellow’s simplicity touched the feelings of all present.  But the lame officer, Dunn, stood with a pair of handcuffs in his hand, as unmoved as a stoic, while Dusenberry expressed his impatience, and began to push the boy away, and motion to march him off.