We got our oars, and attempted to pull for the brig, for we knew that
the seamen were taking our parts; but it was in vain; the tide ran
several miles an hour, and in another minute or two, with all our
exertions, we were nearly a quarter of a mile astern of her, and the
boat was so loaded that we hardly dared move lest we should upset it.
We had, therefore, no option but to go on shore and take our chance; but
when the men were pulling round for the shore, on reflection I thought
that we had better not land so soon, as the sailors had told us that
they had seen the Indians in their canoes. I therefore recommended that
we should allow the boat to drift up the river with the tide, and then
drift down again when the tide turned, remaining in the middle of the
stream till it was dark, when we would land and make our way into the
woods. My advice was followed; we sat still in the boat, just keeping
her head to the stream with the oars, and, being without our shirts, the
sun scorching and blistering our backs, till past noon, during which
time we must have drifted nearly twenty miles up the river, which was as
broad as the arm of a sea at the entrance; then the tide turned, and we
drifted back again till it was dusk, when it was again slack water. All
this while we kept a sharp look-out to see if we could perceive any
Indians, but not one was to be seen. I now proposed that we should take
our oars and pull out of the river, as if we had only gone up on a
survey, for the brig had got under weigh, and had anchored, for want of
wind, about four miles off, and the Indians, if there were any, would
suppose that we were returning to the ship. We did so, and pulled till
it was dark, and were within two miles of the brig, where the flood-tide
again made strong, when we turned the boat's head up the river, and
pulled with the oars to get up as far as we could before we landed.
This we did, suffering much from hunger and thirst, as well as being
confined so long in one position. As my knee was quite well, I now took
off the bandage, and hung my diamond round my neck as before. I could
not help feeling a satisfaction, when I thought that the thief of a
captain little imagined what a mine of wealth he was losing when he
turned me adrift. It was about midnight when the tide ceased to flow,
and we then agreed to land, and the question then was, whether we should
separate or keep together. After some discussion, we agreed to separate
in twos, and the Portuguese captain and I agreed to keep each other
company. We first pushed the boat into the stream, that she might drift
away, and then, shaking each other by the hand and bidding adieu, we all
started in different directions. For some time the captain and I
threaded the woods in silence, when we were stopped by a stream of deep
water, with such high banks, that in the dark we did not know how to
cross it. We walked by the side of it for some time to discover a
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