cruel treatment, or any of the Christian slaves
in your power; and I repeat my demand that
the consul and officers and men may be sent off
to me, conformable to ancient treaties. —I am,
&c.,

                                                     "EXMOUTH.

''To his Highness the Dey of Algiers.
"Queen Charlotte, Algiers Bay, Aug. 28, 1816."

At the same time, the bombs were ordered
into position to renew the bombardment, if
necessary.

Salamé's boat was fired at several times by a
fort to the south, but was not hit; at about eleven
o'clock, Osmar Captau came to them from the
city, and pleaded that the English firing had
begun before the Dey could send his answer.
He also said that the shots just fired were fired
contrary to the Dey's orders, and called the
English a litigious people.

On reaching the mole, the very site of the
batteries was not distinguishable. The guns
were, all but four or five, dismounted or buried
in rubbish. The bay was full of smoking hulks,
the water all round the mole black and strewn
with dead bodies, drifting timber, and floating
charcoal. On his way from the mole to the city,
Salamé observed that the aqueduct was
destroyed, and that the dark narrow streets were
heaped with rubbish. On the consul's house
alone, thirty shot had fallen; one of its small
rooms had been traversed by nine cannon-balls.
Nearly every house in the town had been struck,
and many were razed to the ground. In the
court-yard of the Dey's palace, two heaps of
shots and carcases had been collected.

At half-past one, three guns were fired from
shore. They showed that the Dey was at last
not unwilling to listen to terms. The story of
the captain of the fort was that, when the soldiers
saw the fleet inside the mole, and the three-
deckers under the batteries, they began to
mutiny, crying that the English were going to
take the country without fighting, and almost
forcing the Dey to fight.

"I predicted all this rigour," said the captain
of the port (an Albanian), sighing, and in a low
voice, to the interpreter, "because I know the
English nation never forgive the least points.
I told them so; but what could I do among
thousands!"

At three o'clock, Salamé, Captain Brisbane
the released consul, and Mr. Gossett, went on
shore to carry Lord Exmouth's demands to the
Dey. They found that potentate, extremely
rude and cross, in a narrow gallery on the third
floor, looking out on the sea. He was sitting,
contemplating his red slippers, on a high Turkish
sofa with his bare legs crossed, and with a long
cherry-stemmed pipe in his hand. He was
coarse and common in his manner, and did not
ask any one to sit down. He consented to
return the three hundred and eighty-two
thousand five hundred dollars for Sicily and Sardinia
at once. The slaves then in the town were to
be sent on board next day, and the slaves from
Oràn, Bona, and Constantina, as soon as they
should arrive. They had been sent out of town
during the battle for fear of their revolt.

The Dey asked, with subdued rage, if those
slaves who owed money to the Jews in Algiers
were let go, who was to pay their debts? The
people would require the money from him.
Captain Brisbane refused to enter into the question.

The Dey upon this looked at the captain of
the port, and said with anger, " You see now
how the business goes." At first, like a stubborn
child, he was unwilling to give the consul
the three thousand dollars compensation.
Impertinent and low people, unknown to him,
he said, had robbed and insulted the consul without
his orders. On stern pressure, however,
the Dey yielded after some minutes of silence,
and of playing with his beard as if at once
astonished, agitated, and enraged. Salamé says
naïvely, that as he extorted the full apology, the
Dey "really showed his natural wickedness,
looking at me with such angry eyes that, if it
had been in his power, I am sure he would have
cut me in pieces."

At that juncture, the captain of the port, who
had opposed all violence, came behind the Dey's
sofa and whispered:

"My lord, it cannot be helped, you must
submit. That yellow-haired man (the consul)
must now triumph."

The Dey sullenly repeated the apology in
Arabic, and Mr. M'Dougall accepted it. It
was then agreed that the Algerines were to
announce the peace by firing twenty-one guns for
England, and twenty-one for the Netherlands.

On the 30th, the boats and transports
received on board one thousand and eighty-three
liberated slaves (four hundred and seventy-one
Neapolitans, two hundred and thirty-one Sicilians,
one hundred and seventy-three Romans,
six Tuscans, one hundred and sixty-one
Spaniards, one Portuguese, seven Greeks, and
twenty-eight Dutch), making a grand total,
reckoning both expeditions, of three thousand
and three helpless and suffering men restored
to liberty by the great victory of our arms.
These ragged and half-starved sailors, lean,
haggard, and furrowed with the deep wounds
of perpetual fetters, were nearly mad with joy,
and leaped in crowds into the boats, unwilling
to pause even to be counted. When they
approached our ships they all took off their hats
and caps and shouted as one man, "Viva the
King of England, viva the Eternal Father, viva
the Admiral of England who has liberated us
from this second hell!" And then beating their
breasts, they poured out execrations on the
Algerines.

Some of these men had been thirty-five years
in slavery. Their chains — which were never
taken off — were one hundred pounds weight
for strong men, sixty pounds for old men, and
thirty pounds for lads. Their legs and waists
were eaten into deep hard black furrows by
their fetters. They had been employed, in gangs
of ten, in quarrying stone from the mountains, in
felling trees, dragging building materials, and in