Lucin 12 June, [89] Maurice arrived with his country people princes, and his family and friends. He then saw landing probably an officer in command of drilled and armed Europeans who scanning the bayou I had scanned broke out the first glimpse of the long expected brig bringing supplies from Europe, Barbados and causing less the [illegible] sailing more for private schooners should appear to the windward. Then I literally pictured the scene when Europeans, and black African slaves, with set faces and hands defined heads and face were engaged in the fight which resulted in the beating off the Corsair since landing on the island would have been followed by old bloody butchery and fricatrice. Yards, just outside the frame between the reefs, lay the Spanish craft with its murderous villains aboard. The main mast was down with all its shrouds yards and rigging, and the floats with long canvas were hacking away at rope and mus to clear the wreck. The Master of Union, with hands clasped with [illegible] with a few lumps young fellows, covered with dirt, with that steam rolled up and prince [illegible] on his face was thanking his young friend for the luck.