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Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 16: (search)
pitches his tent, made of his boat's sail, for a few days of rest and refreshment, they have no inhabitants. July 30th.—Thick, cloudy weather, with incessant, and heavy rains; hauling in for the coast of Venezuela, near the entrance to the Gulf of Paria. So thick is the weather, that to hold on to the land, I am obliged to run the coast within a mile, and this is close running on a coast not minutely surveyed. So said my journal. Indeed the day in question was a memorable one, from its scduck frocks and trousers by his side. The reader has been informed, that we were running along the coast, within a mile of it, to enable us to keep sight of the land. The object of this was to make the proper landfall for running into the Gulf of Paria, on which is situated the Port of Spain, in the island of Trinidad, to which we were bound. We opened the gulf as early as nine A. M., and soon afterward identified the three islands that form the Bocas del Drago, or dragon's mouth. The sce
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States, Chapter 17: (search)
Chapter 17: On the way to Maranham the weather and the winds the Sumter runs short of coal, and is obliged to bear up Cayenne and Paramaribo, in French and Dutch Guiana sails again, and arrives in Maranham, Brazil. We passed out of the Gulf of Paria, through the eastern, or Mona passage, a deep strait, not more than a third of a mile in width, with the land rising, on both sides, to a great height, almost perpendicularly. The water of the Orinoco here begins to mix with the sea-water, and the two waters, as they come into unwilling contact, carry on a perpetual struggle, whirling about in small circles, and writhing and twisting like a serpent in pain. We met the first heave of the sea at about two o'clock in the afternoon, and turning our head again to the eastward, we continued to run along the mountainous and picturesque coast of Trinidad, until an hour or two after nightfall. The coast is quite precipitous, but, steep as it is, a number of negro cabins had