saw the land of Cape May at about a mile's distance, we knew not what
would be our fate.
The wind at length abated, and the captain, unwilling to lose all her
cargo, about ten o'clock sent some of his crew in a boat to the ship's
side to bring us on shore, where we lay in a sort of a camp, made of the
sails of the vessel, and such other things as we could get. The
provisions lasted us until we were taken in by a vessel bound to
Philadelphia, lying on this island, as well as I can recollect, near
three weeks. Very little of the cargo was saved undamaged, and the
vessel was entirely lost.
When arrived and landed at Philadelphia, the capital of Pennsylvania,
the captain had people enough who came to buy us. He sold us at about
£16 per head. What became of my unhappy companions I never knew. It was
my lot to be sold to one of my countrymen, whose name was Hugh Wilson, a
North Briton, who had in his youth undergone the same fate as myself,
having been kidnapped from St. Johnstown, in Scotland.
Happy was my lot in falling into my countryman's power, as he was,
contrary to many others of his calling, a humane, worthy, honest man.
Having no children of his own, and commiserating my unhappy condition,
he took great care of me until I was fit for business, and about the
twelfth year of my age, set me about little trifles, in which state I
continued until my fourteenth year, when I was more fit for harder work.
During such my idle state, seeing my fellow-servants often reading and
writing, it incited in me an inclination to learn, which I intimated to
my master, telling him I should be very willing to serve a year longer
than the contract by which I was sold, if he would indulge me in going
to school; this he readily agreed to, saying that winter would be the
best time. It being then summer, I waited with impatience for the other
season; but, to make some progress in my design, I got a Primer, and
learned as much from my fellow-servants as I could. At school, where I
went every winter for five years, I made a tolerable proficiency, and
have ever since been improving myself at leisure hours. With this good
master I continued till I was seventeen years old, when he died; and as
a reward for my faithful service, he left me £200 currency, which was
then about £150 sterling, his best horse, saddle, and all his wearing
apparel.
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