Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William TorreyTorrey, William
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Torrey's Narrative; or, The Life and Adventures of William Torrey
Torrey, William
Marquesas Islands (French Polynesia); Seafaring life
The afternoon previous to sailing we were allowed
on shore, when we fell in with a company of soldiers
belonging to the fort. With them we drank several
times. Finding at length I was growing quite stupid—an
effect altogether different from what liquor usually
produces on me, I was confident it had been drugged
for some purpose. Seeing the sad dilemma into which
we were hastening, I proposed to walk out and work it
off if possible. But we were already within their
clutches. They followed and easily prevailed upon us
to visit the fort to "enjoy a view of it by lamplight."
I was conscious they were imposing upon us, still I
could not stop; their serpent-like charms were successfully
thrown around me; to resist I could not. They
led us in and about the fort, pointing out its particular
points of combined beauty and strength. We thought
no more of duties on ship-board, or of our situation, till
a late hour at night, when the effects of the drugs were
leaving us.
In the morning the true nature of our situation found
itself upon us. With apparent satisfaction we sent out
for a bottle of spirits, which was soon brought to us. On
looking around a little we found others decoyed and
confined in a like manner; among them was a stout,
seven-foot Irishman. We gave him a good supply of
spirits, and then held up to his view the great wrong
we as well as himself had sustained. Gradually the
true Irish blood was seen to work in his bosom, as he
reflected upon his situation and wrongs, until he became
perfectly exasperated. Clenching his fists, he said:
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"An' sure we'll be after leaving this place, we will."
He became violent in threatenings. The guard hearing
a noise, came to learn the cause. Soon as the door was
opened, the guard was seized and hurled by his arm,
(now rendered doubly powerful by alcohol and anger,)
half way across the yard. Others following closely up,
were passed along also, till half a dozen were thus
promiscuously piled up, scarce knowing how to find
themselves. With a mighty effort we then rushed over
those that stood outside the door, who in their dismay
knew not what to do till so late that action would have
been fruitless.
We ran as fast as possible to the beach and seized a
boat, and went to the ship. Telling the mate of the
adventure, he immediately lowered a boat and sent for
the captain, who was on shore; meanwhile he got the
anchor up and was ready for sea.
The captain coming aboard, we bid farewell to Panama,
leaving our harbor fees unpaid.
What became of the Irishman I never knew, as he
took a different course from the rest of us after leaving
the fort.
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