Julius Chambers, In Sargasso. Missing, a romance
“ Turning my head, I saw my pretty Fidette, arrayed in her newest and brightest sea-grass, shell-bespangled dress, creeping above the gunwale of the ship, evidently from the window of her cabin. There was a sweet and gentle smile upon her face. Her long tresses, carefully combed out, streamed in the air. With all the agility of a cat, she sprang to the top of the rail and hurried forward to the standing rigging.I saw that she carried on the side away from the enemy’s view, the little wicker basket filled with the pretty orange-hued bombs! ”
