Identifier: slavecatchingini00co (find matches)
Title: Slave-catching in the Indian Ocean
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Drawing: Lieut. W. Henn, R.N. Author: Colomb, Philip Howard, 1831-1899
Subjects: Slave-trade
Publisher: London, Longmans, Green and co.
Contributing Library: Princeton Theological Seminary Library
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ewind help us by falling lighter? Presently we knew by the increased violence and rapidity of the strokes of the screw, that the third boiler was beginning to do its work. What is she going? Ten and a half. Eleven, Eleven and a half. Now we are going. The foam was flying from our bows,and the old ship trembling with the excitement of the pursuit. That third boiler was a godsend; we were gaining on the chase. Soon we were nearly within range, and began to ply the flying dhow with shot and shell from the little gun forward. We could tell by the splash of the former in the water, and the burst of the latter in the air, how fast we were at last closing upon our quarry ; there was now every chance of cutting her off from the land, especially as the wind was falling lighter. Those in the dhow knew it, and we soon had evidence that theshells were not pleasant. The game was up for them, The scene is most truthfully pictured in the plate ; for which I am indebted to the kindness of Lieutenant W. Henn.
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Image: The chase From a picture by Lieut. W. Henn, R.N. (on HMS Dryad in 1869) COOL SLAVE-TRADERS. 259 and down came her sails. There she lay, a ruined speculation : a disastrous adventure in smuggling. It did not take us very long to reach her; but before we did so the gunwale of the dhow was lined with woolly heads, their owners, in view of the impending break up, being licensed to do as they pleased. It was a mere matter of business to get the vessel alongside, to take her crew of twenty Arabs and her cargo of one hundred and thirteen plump, well-fed, healthy-looking negroes out of her; then, it was equally a matter of business to make a target of the wrong-doing craft.Until she turned over with a groan and sank, never to rise again. The captain and crew of this dhow were the coolest Arabs I had met. The former could speak Hindostanee, and talked of his loss as one of those to which his business was occasionally liable, and which he would readily make up for next time. I suspect he was not the owner of the cargo. Perhaps, however, the coolest part of their whole conduct w

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