Obed the American Smuggler in the "tidy little Wave," when chased by the schooner "Gleam" and the "Firebrand" corvette, crosses the forefoot of the Firebrand, and escapes to windward. "Aloft a cloud of sail swelled to the breeze, 'till the cloth seemed inclined to say good-bye to the bolt ropes, bending the mists like willow wands, and tearing her bows out of the bowels of the long swell, until the cut-water and ten yards of the keel next to it were hove clean out of sea, into which she would descend again with a waving plunge. We were so near, that I could see the faces of the men--and there were at least 150 at quarters. As we crossed on opposite tacks when we first weathered her just before she hove in stays, I heard a shrill voice sing out "Take good aim, men. Fire%"--but now each cannon shot forth its glance of flame, while the long cloud of smoke from stem to stern was sparkling brilliantly, until the breeze blew it back again through the rigging, and once more unveiled the lovely craft in all her pride and glory." [P. 6.]
Price 6 1/4 C. 4th Annual Exhibition of the Brooklyn Institute. October 1, 1845. Catalogue of Paintings, Sculpture, and Other Works of Art.