My Banker bought me a suit of clothes which I took with me, and followed my barbarous Tyrant. When at home he appeared more reserve, but for all that, I could perceive in his dissembled face that he still bore a hatred against me. I was not mistaken, for he soon began again with me, and threatened to flog me. I rose up from my chair in a passion filled with despair, and said to him; "I am nothing to you, neither Child or relation, why should you thus ill use me? if my poor Father who is now mixed among the dust was alive, he would have taken my part, and not suffered me to be abused thus by such a Rascally beggar, and vile Wretch as you are[6]." He flew into such a passion, that he did not know what to do; till the Devil which was so powerful in him, excited him to dispatch me to the other World. For that purpose he seized a long knife[7] which was by, and run towards me to perpetrate his atrocious deed; but seeing him coming with such vehemence, I ran under the table, by which he missed his aim and fell all his length upon the floor: in the mean time both my Brothers jumped upon his back and were assisted by my Cousin and others, to take the abominable weapon out of his hands. He was in such a rage when he was set free, that he frothed like a wild beast. I took the opportunity while they were with him, to fetch a few of my clothes which was in the room next to that where he was, and coming again before his presence with my bundle under my arm, I said, "Brothers follow me, let this miserable Savage live by himself;" then I run from the spot and went to my Banker, and gave him an account of every thing that had passed. He was sorry to hear it, but said, "there is a Ship that is going to _Guadeloupe_ in the West-Indies, I will send you there as soon as possible: when there you will perhaps find an opportunity to join your Mother." [6] This was the first time I ever dar'd to contend with him, but the remembrance of my Father and former state rose in me such a violent spirit, that I spoke to him with such a Gloomy tone of voice, that all those that were present could not help but pity my situation. [7] No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper. Isaiah chap. 54. ver. 17. We were made ready for our voyage that was to take place in a few days; our Banker gave us a draught for one hundred Dollars, on a merchant in _Guadeloupe_.