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Our run homeward was quite as successful as our run 

 out. The magnificent Neva, her captain and her officers, 

 were what these Eoyal ^lail steamers and their crews are 

 without, I believe, an ex:ception all that we could wish. 

 Our passengers, certainly, were neither so numerous nor so 

 agreeable as when going out ; and the most notable personage 

 among them was a keen-eyed strong-jawed little Corsican, 

 who had been lately hired so ran liis story by the coloured 

 insurgents of Hayti, to put down the President alias (as 

 usual in such Eepublics) Tyrant Salnave. 



He seemed, by his own account, to have done liis \vork 

 effectually. Seven thousand lives were lost in the attack 

 on Salnave's quarters in Port au Prince. Whole families 

 were bayonetted, to save the trouble of judging and shoot- 

 ing them. Women were not spared : and if all that I 

 have heard of Hayti be true some of them did not deserve 

 to be spared. The noble old French buildings of the city 

 were ruined the Corsican said, not by his artillery, but by 

 Salnave's. He had slain Salnave himself; and was now 

 going back to France, to claim his rights as a French citizen, 

 carrying with him Salnave's sword, which was wrapped in 

 a newspaper, save when taken out to be brandished on the 

 main deck. One could not but be interested in the valiant 

 adventurer. He seemed a man such as Pied Pepublics and 

 Eevolutions breed, and need ; very capable of doing rough 



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