To these representations the lieutenant replied in a brief and
dry manner. He said the man was an Englishman, and was wanted.
He repeated his orders to Johnson, in a more peremptory tone, to
"go in the boat."

To the threats of the captain that he would lay the matter before
Congress, and make it a national affair, the officer seemed
altogether indifferent. He merely bade his trembling victim
"bear a hand," as he wished to return to the brig without delay.

When Johnson saw there was no alternative, that his fate was
fixed, he prepared to meet it like a man. He looked at the
American ensign, which was waving over his head, and said it was
a pity the American flag could not protect those who sailed under
it from insult and outrage. He shook each of us by the hand,
gave us his best wishes, and followed his baggage into the boat,
which immediately shoved off.

The officer told Captain Tilton that when the British ensign was
hauled down, he might fill away, and proceed on his voyage. In
about fifteen minutes the ensign was hauled down. Orders were
given to fill away the foretopsail. The helm was put up, and we
resumed our course for Demarara.

Steering to the southward, we reached that narrow belt of the
Atlantic, called "the doldrums," which lies between the variable
and the trade winds. This tract is from two to three degrees in
width, and is usually fallen in with soon after crossing the
thirtieth degree of latitude. Here the wind is apt to be light