Some time in the first week of June, we came to anchor at the
Hook of New York, where we remained but three days; in which
time Governor Tryon, Mr. Kemp, the old attorney-general of
New York, and several other perfidious and overgrown tories
and land-jobbers, came on board. Tryon viewed me with a stern
countenance, as I was walking on the leeward side of the deck
with the midshipmen; and he and his companions were walking with
the captain and lieutenant on the windward side of the same,
but never spoke to me, though it is altogether probable that
he thought of the old quarrel between him, the old government
of New York, and the Green Mountain Boys. Then they went with
the captain into the cabin, and the same afternoon returned on
board a vessel, where at that time they took sanctuary from the
resentment of their injured country. What passed between the
officers of the ship and these visitors I know not; but this
I know, that my treatment from the officers was more severe
afterward.
We arrived at Halifax not far from the middle of June, where the
ship's crew, which was infested with the scurvy, were taken on
shore and shallow trenches dug, into which they were put, and
partly covered with earth. Indeed, every proper measure was taken
for their relief. The prisoners were not permitted any sort of
medicine, but were put on board a sloop which lay in the harbor,
near the town of Halifax, surrounded by several men-of-war and
their tenders, and a guard constantly set over them, night and
day. The sloop we had wholly to ourselves, except the guard
who occupied the forecastle; here we were cruelly pinched with
hunger; it seemed to me that we had not more than one-third of
the common allowance. We were all seized with violent hunger and
faintness; we divided our scanty allowance as exact as possible.
I shared the same fate with the rest, and though they offered me
more than an even share, I refused to accept it, as it was a time
of substantial distress, which in my opinion I ought to partake
equally with the rest, and set an example of virtue and fortitude
to our little commonwealth.
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