In a few days after this, the prisoners were ordered to go on
board of a man-of-war, which was bound for New York; but two of
them were not able to go on board, and were left at Halifax;
one died; and the other recovered. This was about the 12th of
October, and soon after we had got on board, the captain sent
for me in particular to come on the quarter deck. I went, not
knowing that it was Captain Smith or his ship at that time, and
expected to meet the same rigorous usage I had commonly met with
and prepared my mind accordingly; but when I came on deck, the
captain met me with his hand, welcomed me to his ship, invited
me to dine with him that day, and assured me that I should be
treated as a gentleman, and that he had given orders that I
should be treated with respect by the ship's crew. This was so
unexpected and sudden a transition that it drew tears from my
eyes which all the ill usage I had before met with was not able
to produce, nor could I at first hardly speak, but soon recovered
myself and expressed my gratitude for so unexpected a favor;
and let him know that I felt anxiety of mind in reflecting that
his situation and mine was such that it was not probable that
it would ever be in my power to return the favor. Captain Smith
replied that he had no reward in view, but only treated me as a
gentleman ought to be treated; he said this is a mutable world,
and one gentleman never knows but it may be in his power to
help another. Soon after I found this to be the same Captain
Smith who took my part against General Massey; but he never
mentioned anything of it to me, and I thought it impolite in me
to interrogate him as to any disputes which might have arisen
between him and the general on my account, as I was a prisoner,
and that it was at his option to make free with me on that
subject if he pleased; and if he did not, I might take it for
granted that it would be unpleasing for me to query about it,
though I had a strong propensity to converse with him on that
subject.
I dined with the captain agreeable to his invitation, and
oftentimes with the lieutenant, in the gun-room, but in general
ate and drank with my friend Lovel and the other gentlemen who
were prisoners with me, where I also slept.
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