An authentic narrative of the loss of the American brig Commerce : wrecked on the western cost of Africa, in the month of August, 1815. . s extremely anxious to please him, ifsuch a thing was possible, knowing the old adage ofthe devil is good when he is pleased, was correct,when applied to human beings; but I could not gofast enough for him; so after he had growled andkept on a considerable time, finding I could not keepup with him, he came behind me and thrust me for-ward with hard blows repeatedly applied to my ex-posed back, with a stout stick he had in his and staggering und
An authentic narrative of the loss of the American brig Commerce : wrecked on the western cost of Africa, in the month of August, 1815. . s extremely anxious to please him, ifsuch a thing was possible, knowing the old adage ofthe devil is good when he is pleased, was correct,when applied to human beings; but I could not gofast enough for him; so after he had growled andkept on a considerable time, finding I could not keepup with him, he came behind me and thrust me for-ward with hard blows repeatedly applied to my ex-posed back, with a stout stick he had in his and staggering under my wound, I madethe greatest efforts to get on, but one of his still moreinhuman sons, (as I then thought him) gave me adouble barrelled gun to carry, with his powder horoand other accoutrements: they felt very heavy, yetafter I had taken them, the old man did not againstrike me, but went on towards the place where hemeant to pitch his tent, leaving me to follow on aswell as I could. The face of the desart now appeared as smoothas the surface of the ocean, when unruffled by windsor tempests. Camels could be seen on every direi?-. SUFFERINGS IN AFRICA. 89 tion, as soon as tliey come above the horizon, sothat there was no difficulty in knowing which way to go,and I took care to keep sight of my new mastersdrove, until I reached the valley, in which he hadpitched his tent. I was broiling under the sun andtugging along, with my load, which weighed medown to the earth, and should have lain down des-pairing, had I not seen Mr. Williams in a still worseplight than myself. Having come near the tent about four P. M. theytook the load from me, and bid me lie down in theshade of the tent. I then begged for water, butcould get none. The time now came on for prayers,and after the old man and his sons had performedthis ceremony very devoutly, they went away. I wasin so much pain, I could scarcely contain myself, andmy thirst was more painful than it had yet tried to soften the hear
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