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now making the Cape, pointing out upon the map the Swan River Settlement
in Australia as the point he should endeavor first to make. A heavy ship,
with but one mast, made but slow progress. On the third day another storm
overtook us, and we were driven before the gale at a furious rate. That
night our vessel struck and went to pieces. Six of us escaped, my father
among the rest, and the captain, in a boat, and were thrown upon the
shore of an uninhabited island. In the morning there lay floating in a
little protected cove of the island barrels of provisions, as pork, fish,
bread, and flour, with chests, and numerous fragments of the ship, and
portions of the cargo. The captain and sailors at once set about securing
all that could possibly be rescued from the water, and succeeded in
getting provisions and clothing enough to last all of us for many months,
if, unfortunately, we should not earlier be relieved from our dreadful
situation. My father had become strong enough to go about and take care of
himself, but his mind was feebler, and he seemed more like an old man in
his second childhood than one in the prime of life as he was. He was not
troublesome to any one, nor was there any fear of trusting him by himself.
He was only like an imbecile old man--and such even the captain thought
him.
"A thing which I failed to mention in its place, I might as well allude
to here. On recovery from that state of physical exhaustion in which the
humane captain of the Dutch East Indiaman had found me, my hand rested
accidentally upon the pocket of my father's coat, which hung up in the
state room that had been assigned to him. His pocket-book was there.
It instantly occurred to me to examine it, and see how much money it
contained, for I knew that, unless we had money, before getting back,
we would be subjected to inconvenience, annoyance, and great privation;
and as my father seemed to be so weak in mind, all the care of providing
for our comfort, I saw, would devolve upon me. I instantly removed the
pocket-book, which was large. I found a purse in the same pocket, and took
that also. With these I retired into my own state-room, and fastening
the door inside, commenced an examination of their contents. The purse
contained twenty eagles; and in the apartments of the pocket-book were ten
eagles more, making three hundred dollars in gold. In bank bills there
were five of one thousand dollars each, ten of one hundred dollars, and
about two hundred dollars in smaller amounts, all of New York city banks.
These I took and carefully sewed up in one of my under garments, and also
did the same with the gold. I mention this, as it bears with importance
upon our subsequent history.
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