We took in the rest of our Lading there the 25th of _September_, being 30 Tons of Butter, and above 300 Cheeses, and sail'd for _Boston_ in _New-England_; which we were very uncapable to do, because the Captain, by his barbarous Treatment of our Men, had disabled several of 'em, and particularly two of our best Sailors were so unmercifully beat by him, because they oppos'd his Design abovemention'd, that they were not able to work in a Month. This gave us a very melancholy Prospect of an unfortunate Voyage, since we perceiv'd he would either lose the Ship, or betray her to the _French_, because she was insured for much above the Value. Besides, he put us to short Allowance, so that we had but one Quart of Water _per_ Head in twenty four Hours, and had nothing to eat but salt Beef, which made us so dry that we were forc'd to drink the Rain Water that run off the Deck. And the Captain was so barbarous that he knock'd down one of our Men for dead, because when he found the Hold open, he went and drew a Gallon of Water to quench our Thirst. In the mean time he wanted nothing himself, tho' he pretended to us that he confin'd himself also to short Allowance, yet we knew the contrary. When we came to the Banks of _Newfoundland_ we saw a Ship which made all the Sail she could towards us, and soon came up with us. The Captain and Mr. _Whitworth_ hoping she was a _Frenchman_, put on their best Apparel, and gave us as much strong Beer and Brandy as we could drink: But it prov'd to be the _Pompey_ Galley of _London_, Captain _Den_ Commander, at which we rejoic'd, tho' our Captain was melancholy. We continu'd our Course towards _New England_; and the first Land we made was _Cape Sables_, which is about 50 Leagues from _Boston_ in that Country.