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no one had appeared of whom the timber could be purchased, the wood-cutters continued their work un interruptedly. In the mean time the United States surveying schooner Swing being in the sound, Lieu tenant Me Arthur informed the officers of the Albion that they had no right to cut timber on American soil. When this carne to the ears of deputy-collector Gibbs, Adair being absent in California, he appointed Eben May Dorr a special inspector of customs, with authority to seize the Albion for violation of the revenue laws. United States district attorney Hoi- brook, and United States marshal Meek, were duly informed.

The marshal, with Inspector Dorr, repaired to Steilacoom, where a requisition was made on Cap tain Hill for a detachment of men, and Lieutenant Gibson, five soldiers, and several citizens proceeded down the sound to Dungeness, and made a formal seizure of the ship and stores on the 22d of April. The vessel was placed in charge of Charles Kianey, the English sailors willingly obeying him, and navi gating the ship to Steilacoom. Arrived here every man, even to the cook, deserted, and the captain and supercargo were ordered ashore where they found succor at the hospitable hands of Tolmie, at Fort Nisqually.

It was not a very magnanimous proceeding on the part of officers of the great American republic, but was about what might have been expected from Indian fighters like Joe Meek raised to new dignities. 7 We smile at the simple savage demanding pay from navi gators for wood and water; but here were officers of the United States government seizing and confiscating a British vessel for cutting a few small trees from

7 See 31st <7og., 2d Scss., S. Doc., 30, 15-16. We have met before, said Brotcliie to Meek as the latter presented himself. You did meet me at Vancouver several years ago, but I was then nothing but Joe Meek, and you ordered me ashore. Circumstances are changed since then. I am Colonel Joseph L. Meek, United States marshal for Oregon Territory, and you, sir, are only a damned smuggler ! Go ashore, sir ! Victor s River of the West, 505.