Macdonough

To all of these, MacDonough was insupportable, nor was there any visible escape from the insolent familiarity of his manner.

A young fellow, a stranger, who has been burning powder with Mr. MacDonough up at Cluan, and has been hit under the rib here.

The British force which came into battle with Macdonough's fleet was slightly superior.

In this bay, about two miles from the western shore, Macdonough's fleet lay anchored in double line, stretching north and south.

Fenimore Cooper speaks of him in his midshipman days as "the modest but lion-hearted Macdonough."