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
The first land we made was Cape Mount. The natives came off to a
considerable distance in their canoes, clothed in nothing but a piece
of cloth fastened round the waist, and extending downward to the
feet. As we approached the shore, we saw several fires burning; this,
we were told, in the broken English spoken by our sable visitors,
was the signal for trade. We bought a quantity of oranges, limes,
cocoanuts, tamarinds, plantains, yams and bananas. We likewise took
in a quantity of cassava, a species of ground root, of which we made
tolerable pudding and bread; also a few hogs and some water.
We lay here several days looking out for any English vessels that
might come thither for purposes of trade.
Meanwhile, we began to experience the inconvenience of a hot climate.
Our men were all covered with blotches or boils, probably occasioned
by so sudden a transition from extreme cold to extreme heat. What
was worse than this, was the want of a plentiful supply of water. In
the absence of this, we were placed on an allowance of two quarts
per diem, to each man. This occasioned us much suffering; for, after
mixing our Indian for puddings, our cassava for bread, and our whisky
for grog, we had but little left to assuage our burning thirst. Some,
in their distress, drank large quantities of sea water, which only
increased their thirst and made them sick; others sought relief in
chewing lead, tea-leaves, or anything which would create moisture.
Never did we feel more delighted than when our boat’s crew announced
the discovery of a pool of fine clear water. We received it with
greater satisfaction than ever prodigal did tidings of the death of
some rich old relative, to whose well-laden purse he was undisputed
heir. We could have joined in the most enthusiastic cold-water song
ever sung by either hermit or Washingtonian.[21]
While cruising along the coast, we one night perceived a large ship
lying at anchor near the shore. We could not decide whether she was
a large merchantman or a man of war; so we approached her with the
utmost caution. Our doubts were soon removed, for she suddenly loosed
all her sails and made chase after us. By the help of their glasses,
our officers ascertained her to be an English frigate. Of course, it
was folly to engage her; so we made all the sail we could carry, beat
to quarters, lighted our matches, and lay down at our guns, expecting
to be prisoners of war before morning. During the night we hung out
false lights, and altered our course; this baffled our pursuer; in
the morning she was no more to be seen.
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