Aboard the Delaware.
mored, roguish fellow, civil withal and
never offensive. A good shot. Of course
a pro-slavery democrat.
Cleaves, the mate. Brutal and brassy-
voiced; walks the deck like an elephant.
Is considerably d��__ned by the Captain and
Birdsall who regard him as a nautical
humbug and general imposter. I have heard
Faircloth curse him until the air might have
turned sulphurous. He talks of denouncing
him to the owners and stopping his pay
when we get to New York.
I got very sick of this companionship,
with the exception of an occasional chat with
Gen. Terry or Capt. Bacon before our so-
journ aboard the Delaware was over. The
endless discussion about Slavery, the per-
petual venting of the dreary, old, brutal,
inevitable sophisms about it and in defence
of it riled me and induced me to assert
and believe (for the time being) that En-
gland was right in declaring that the North
was as deeply enamored of and implicated
in the national barbarism as the South �
and with less excuse.
The waiters aboard were white and black,
only one of the latter being civil or efficient.