The following story I had from Mr. _Pierson_, factor here for the _African_ company, who was sent here from _Cape Coree_ to be second to Mr. _Smith_ then chief factor. Soon after his arrival Mr. _Smith_ fell very ill of the country malignant fever; and having little prospect of recovery, resigned his charge of the company's affairs to _Pierson_. This Mr. _Smith_ had the character of an obliging, ingenious young gentleman, and was much esteemed by the King, who hearing of his desperate illness, sent his _Fatishman_ to hinder him from dying; who coming to the factory went to Mr. _Smith's_ bed-side, and told him, that his King had such a kindness for him, that he had sent to keep him alive, and that he should not die. Mr. _Smith_ was in such a languishing condition, that he little regarded him. Then the _Fatishman_ went from him to the hog-yard, where they bury the white men; and having carried with him some brandy, rum, oil, rice, &c., he cry'd out aloud, _O you dead white men that lie here, you have a mind to have this factor that is sick to you, but he is our king's friend, and he loves him, and will not part with him as yet._ Then he went to captain _Wiburn's_ grave who built the factory, and cry'd, _O you captain of all the dead white men that lie here, this is your doings; you would have this man from us to bear you company, because he is a good man, but our king will not part with him, nor you shall not have him yet._ Then making a hole in the ground over his grave, he poured in the brandy, rum, oil, rice, &c., telling him, _If he wanted those things, there they were for him, but the factor he must not expect, nor should not have,_ with more such nonsense; then went to _Smith_, and assured him he should not die; but growing troublesome to the sick man, _Pierson_ turned him out of the factory, and in two days after poor _Smith_ made his _exit_. Mr. Josiah Relph to Mr. Thomas Routh, in Castle Street, Carlisle. June 20, 1740. * * * * * “The following was sent me a few months ago by the minister of Kirklees in Yorkshire, the burying place of Robin Hood. My correspondent tells me it was found among the papers of the late Dr. Gale of York, and is supposed to have been the genuine epitaph of that noted English outlaw. He adds that the grave stone is yet to be seen, but the characters are now worn out. Here undernead dis laitl Stean Laiz Robert Earl of Huntingtun. Nea Arcir ver az hie sa geud, An Piple kauld im Robin Heud. Sick utlawz az hi and is men Vil england nivr si agen. Obiit 24. Kal. Dehembris, 1247. I am, dear Sir, your most faithful and humble Servant, JOSIAH RELPH.”