In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's serviceGrier, Sydney C.
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In furthest Ind : $b The narrative of Mr Edward Carlyon of the honourable East India Company's service
Grier, Sydney C.
British -- India -- Fiction; East India Company -- Fiction; India -- Fiction
Now this last voyage of mine with Captain Freeman was a mighty
prosperous and agreeable one, so that from the day we left Swally to
that wherein we were able with our perspective glasses to discern the
white cliffs of our own island, we met with little rough weather, and
no calamitous accidents. And on this quietness and lack of danger our
captain did much felicitate me, saying that had the pirates and the
Barbary rovers, whom he feared, but known of the wealth that I brought
home with me, it had gone hard with them if they had not come against
us in so great force as to overpower us, when we must all have ended
our days as slaves in Algier or Sallee. But this danger, like the
others on our path, we passed without encountering ’em, and so arrived
safely at Graves-End, and there landed, where I had embarked more than
twenty years before, on the third day of October 1684.
Now in London I must needs repair to the Company’s House in Leadenhall
Street, and there give some account of myself, delivering, moreover,
the letters wherewith I had been charged by Mr President at Surat, and
’twas also only fitting that I should pay my respects to my lord Duke
of London, the son of my own learned and virtuous patron; and when
these things was done, and likewise much business of my own, with
respect to that merchandise I had with me, Captain Freeman would have
me visit him at his inn where he lodged, and make the acquaintance of
his wife and children. But I can declare to you that I hurried through
these duties with the greatest haste in the world, desiring nothing so
much as to have ’em over, and so feel myself free to ride into
Northamptonshire and seek my own home. For during all our voyage, that
longing that had seized me at Surat did but grow stronger and
stronger, so that Captain Freeman told me I was like a sailor-lad
coming home to his sweetheart, with so great eagerness did I watch for
favouring winds and desire the first sight of the shore. And now that
I was once more in town, and saw on every side the spots where I had
wandered as a lad, with my head full of glory and of Dorothy, the
spirit of those past days seemed to return upon me, and I could scarce
wait to complete my business before I bid Loll Duss have the horses
saddled for a start betimes one morning.
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