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fallen, until there was scarcely enough left to make a show of resistance. Bot they would not yield. knowing that death was all they could expect at the hands of their enemies. At last a tre- mendous broadside swept the deck of the few tuat remaiocd, » and the batteries ceased to work. Secing this, Captain Clinton ordered the cutter to be hoisted out, and proceed, under the command of Lieutenant Mulgrave, to board the pirates. The boat had scarcely left the side of the Windsor when a stream of fire rashed from the hatcles of the ill-fated pirate, followed by an explvsion that filled the air with tragments _ of timber, that fell in every direction; and the Black Vulture ber lifeless crew, that had so long been the scourge of ocean, was no more. The last act of some poor wretch had been to fire the m°gazine. choosing to die with their vessel in preference to Lo'shing their tives on the gibbet. Lieutenant Mulgrave pulled round the place for some time in hopes of picking up come of the unfortusate buccancers, Lut to no purpose; so be turned his attention to the Sea Bird, that Jay at a little distance, 160 much injured by her late engagement to proceed on her voyage, uutl sue bad, at least. rigged a jury mast. Ralph Gray, who was still on beard, had, of course, Inter- preted all that had happened; but such a change had come over his feelings, that, from the first momect of the battle, he had not cared a straw what became of himself or his vessel. Tle now sat on the bulwark, gaz'ng at the approaching boat. without appearing to think that they could harm hin the least. He was at Ieceth aroused from h’s reverie by the soun:! of Mulvrave's voice hailing tbe brig ; but even then he did «“ scem to comprehead what was going 90 evoush to return a rational answer. *- Brig, ahoy !" shouted Mulgrave for the third or fourth time. ‘What's the mattcr, man? Lave you lost your tongue?” comlicldooks.com