considerations, particularly as there was no fear of the ship yielding
to any sea likely to run there, during the calm state of the weather, I
determined to remain on deck till day; and now, considering my safety
almost certain, I mingled my supplications with thanksgivings, and,
falling on my knees, blessed God with tears of gratitude and delight;
then wrapping myself up once more behind the shelter of the bulwark,
went to sleep. I started up from a dream of home, for I distinctly heard
the stroke of oars alongside. I was on the point of calling out when
some one close under the quarter said, in a low but (to my morbidly
sensitive ear) a clear whisper, "By ---- I believe they _have_ deserted
her! But look sharp, my lads, for you may find plenty of them still,
skulking behind the bulwarks." I heard this with an accompaniment of
cocking fire-arms and unsheathing cutlasses; and with the horrifying
suspicion that they were a gang of Cornwall wreckers, I crept in
renewed and redoubled terror into the cabin. Just as I concealed myself
behind the door, which opened on the quarter-deck from under a high
poop, the boat's crew sprung on deck with lanterns and levelled weapons.
Two tall and rather fine-looking men led the party, and so soon as they
saw that there was no fighting for them on deck, drew their company
together round the main-mast, and proceeded, to my inexpressible relief,
to take possession of the ship in the name of his Majesty George the
Third, by virtue of certain letters of marque and reprisal, empowering
them, Adam and Hiram Forrest, of Forrest-Race, Esquires, to set upon by
force of arms, subdue, and take all ships, vessels, goods, wares,
munitions of war, &c. &c. of, or belonging to, the French nation. Now
was my time to discover myself (and I confess I had a thought or two
about my claim to a share of the prize-money).--One step I made
from my position, but the noise arrested me with its immediate
consequence--half-a-dozen muskets levelled at the door. "Keep together,
men! they are barricaded in the cabin!--go aft, Hiram, with four hands,
and break open the door, while I secure the forecastle and hatchways,"
cried the elder leader. His associate sprung towards my place of
concealment at the head of four fellows, brandishing their naked
cutlasses; and bursting open the door with a drive of his foot, rushed
in--a pistol in one hand, a drawn sword in the other. I thought it most
prudent to keep clear of the first rush of their irruption, and so had
retreated quietly to the after-cabin, where I concealed myself in one of
the berths close by the stern-port. They soon found the cabin equally
deserted with the deck; and as they went stumbling about with their one
lantern through the lumber of combustibles, filled it with exclamations
of amazement.
"Why, here's no crew that I can see but a regiment of paint-pots--that
must have been a rat that we heard, sir," said one.
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