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
Driven to the last extremity, we resorted to the use of
our own urine, for the alleviation of our thirst; this was
repeated frequently. Summoning new courage, we
started again: after wandering a long time, we fell in
with the tracks of a horse or mule. So excessive was
our joy at this discovery, that we almost forgot our
fatigue, and bounded forward with delight. Our joy
however, was soon at an end. for the tracks were obliterated,
and we were as bad off as before, and worse
even; for having seen the light, the darkness was still
deeper. We found, and lost it alternately for some
time. Night again spread her sable mantle around our
wretchedness. With the closest scrutiny we followed
the tracks; about midnight, (as near as we could
judge), one of my companions, lustily as his swollen
tongue and debilitated condition would allow, cried
"land ahead," much to our joy. On we passed, and
found it to be low shrubbery, about three feet high.
Again we lost the tracks, but this we did not mind, so
rejoiced were we to find any living thing.
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Falling in with a small path, we followed it with the
greatest avidity. As we went on, the path increased in
size. Soon we heard the loud barking of a dog; never
before was such a welcome so well received.
This induced us to quicken our pace, believing we
were near habitations of some kind, little caring what.
But a short time elapsed before we came upon a house,
evidently the residence of a Spaniard. A few loud
knocks at the door sufficed to arouse the inmates, who
cried lustily in Spanish, "Who is there? what do you
want?" Fortunately for us, one of our number understood
the language sufficiently well to make our wants
known. With the true generosity of the Spaniard his
house was immediately opened, and we were welcome
to such as he had, viz: dried beef and milk: this, to
the half famished wanderer, was a repast of the choicest
kind. Fatigued and enfeebled as we were, great was
the danger of our eating too much: this, reason strongly
pointed out to us, but appetite got the ascendency, and
before we were aware of it we were in as great danger
from excess as before from deprivation and fatigue.
Again our host befriended us, rendering us all needed
assistance. His repeated kindnesses induced us to
place unlimited confidence in him; we told him of our
deserting the ship, and of our future plans. He cunningly
proposed, when we were sufficiently recovered,
to take a ride to St. Augustine, which lay seventeen
miles from Payta. We mounted the asses and proceeded
on the way. When we arrived there we were
given up to the governor as deserters, and confined.
The Spaniard received a reward for delivering us up to
the proper authorities. This we could not approve,[87]
though it was acting in conformity with the laws of his
country. The next morning we were fitted out for
Payta, guarded by six Spanish soldiers, all on asses.
Our route lay along the coast, and was indeed very
pleasant.
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