After this I was, by the ſmiles of heaven recovered and reſtored, by a cartel, with 400 of my Countrymen to our own homes. How welcome they were to us, and how pleaſant it was to me to ſee the faces of my Friends again, any one may imagine more eaſily than I can deſcribe! But tho’ I had been ſo unſucceſſful in my firſt attempt at ſea, I could not reſiſt the inclination I had to try once more what Providence would do for me: I left my native place, went to _Boſton_, and entered on board the brig _Arnold_, _James Magee_, Commander. I well remember I felt an unusual dejection when I entered on this undertaking; and tho’ I pretend not to ſay that this foreboded the miſfortunes I was to meet with in this fatal veſſel, yet I have often reflected upon it ſince with a degree of admiration. While the brig lay in the harbour, I attempted with ſome other hands to go on board another veſſel in a ſmall boat, but the wind ſuddenly riſing we were in danger of being drowned; the boat run on _Governor’s-Iſland_, and we were obliged to ſtay there 24 hours before we could get off. Providence preſerved my life in this danger, in order that I might live thro’ greater, and teſtify to his loving kindneſs and mercy. On December 24, 1778, Capt. _Magee_ ſailed from _Boſton_: We had been at ſea but a few hours, when a moſt terrible gale of wind aroſe, ſo that the water was almoſt knee deep on the leeward ſide of the quarter-deck. We continued in the Bay that day and the night following, but on the next day we got into _Plymouth_. The wind was abated, but the cold was ſevere and intenſe beyond deſcription. We came to anchor a little below _Beach-Point_, in the Harbour of _Plymouth_. On Saturday, December 26, about 6 o’clock in the morning, from the violent motion of the ſea, the brig ſtruck the bottom as tho’ it would drive her keel in. As there was not depth of water enough to work the veſſel in the place where we lay, and we ſaw a heavy ſtorm coming on, our Commander thought it beſt to cut our cables and let her drive, which was immediately done. The ſtorm increaſed very faſt, ſo that we were obliged to cut away the main-maſt, and we drifted upon an hard flat a little to the weſtward of _Beach-Point_. This was early on Saturday morning, and we now laboured hard in throwing over our wood and getting our guns off the decks into the hold, but the veſſel began to leak very faſt, and with every motion of the ſea ſhe ſtruck the bottom as tho’ ſhe would ſplit in pieces. We kept 2 pumps going, but could not gain upon the water. The ſtorm now increaſed to a moſt prodigious degree: It ſnowed ſo thick that we could ſee but a very little way from the brig, and the cold was extreme; we continued hard at work all day without eating or drinking any thing ſcarcely, having but little appetite with the proſpect of death continually before our eyes.