Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel LeechLeech, Samuel
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Thirty Years From Home; or, a Voice From the Main Deck: Being the Experience of Samuel Leech
Leech, Samuel
Adventure and adventurers; Leech, Samuel, 1798-1848; Sailors; United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Personal narratives
After staying a short time in this port, we got under weigh and ran
into New London. Here we fired a gun as a signal; it was answered
by the _United States_, and both ships were presently sailing in
company to New York. We found the Sound plentifully dotted with
sloops, carrying passengers, for this was before the days of modern
steamboating. After we reached Hurl-gate, vessels here gave us
plenty of employment. Most of them honored us with three cheers, as
they passed. Of course, the prize crew could do no less than cheer
again, so that we passed our time amidst continued cheering. While
here, we were favored with abundant visitors, curious to see the
captive frigate. Finding these visitors extremely inquisitive, and
being tolerably good-natured myself, I found a profitable business in
conducting them about the ship, describing the action, and pointing
out the places where particular individuals fell. For these services,
I gained some money and more good will. The people who had been to
see us, used to tell on shore how they had been on board of us, and
how the English boy had conducted them over the ship, and told them
the particulars of the fight. It soon became quite common for those
who came to inquire “if I was the English boy that was taken in her.”
This civility on my part was not without a motive; it was productive
of profit, and I wanted money to aid me whenever I got clear, which I
was fully determined to do, the first opportunity.
To this step I was encouraged by our pilot, who brought us from New
London, Mr. Tinker. He promised to take me as his apprentice, if I
ran away. Also a gentleman who visited us told me to call at his
house in Pearl street, and he would give me a dinner. Many others
advised me to get away if possible. But I was so closely watched that
my mind was haunted with fear, lest, after all, I should be sent
back to England in the Cartel, which was expected every day for the
release of the prisoners. To fail in the attempt, exposed me to the
danger of being reported to the officer who might come for us, and
thus I was liable to be flogged whenever I arrived in a British port.
Great caution was therefore necessary in making the effort; since it
was better not to try at all, than to fail of success.
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