"After some time one of the crew of a gun, a Chilian, seemed to be afraid of firing.  What does her ladyship do, but, seizing his arm, and guiding the match to the touch-hole, fire the gun!  She thought maybe that the man would be punished if he was observed.  However, the effort was too much for her, for you see she was but a young woman, and she sank down on deck in a fainting fit.  We thought she was wounded, and several of us ran forward to lift her up and carry her below.  It did our hearts good to find that there was nothing really the matter with her.  When the action was over, and we had pretty well knocked the treasure-ship and gun-boats to pieces, we returned in the morning to our former anchorage.  As we were furling sails, her ladyship came on deck to show us she was all to rights.  No sooner was the canvas stowed, than we manned yards of our own accord, and then didn't we cheer her and the admiral with right good will; and the whole crew, one and all, Chilians and Englishmen, five hundred of us, burst forth with the hymn of the Republic, praying at the end that Heaven would bless and prosper them. She bowed more than once, but didn't say a word, and then burst into tears.