An authentic narrative of the loss of the American brig Commerce : wrecked on the western cost of Africa, in the month of August, 1815. . own to me.—I expected him soon, but didnot think he was so near: he had dismounted, andwas prepared to behold some of the most miserableobjects his imagination could paint—he led his horsealong the south angle and near the wall: Rais was byhis side, when opening past the corner, I heard Raisexclaim, in Spanish, Alia estan— there theyare:—at this sound we looked up and beheld ourdeliverer,who had at that instant turned his eyes uponus.—He started back one ste
An authentic narrative of the loss of the American brig Commerce : wrecked on the western cost of Africa, in the month of August, 1815. . own to me.—I expected him soon, but didnot think he was so near: he had dismounted, andwas prepared to behold some of the most miserableobjects his imagination could paint—he led his horsealong the south angle and near the wall: Rais was byhis side, when opening past the corner, I heard Raisexclaim, in Spanish, Alia estan— there theyare:—at this sound we looked up and beheld ourdeliverer,who had at that instant turned his eyes uponus.—He started back one step with surprise. Hisblood seemed to fly from his visage for a moment, butrecovering himself a little, he rushed forward, andclasping me to his breast, he ejaculated, Welcometo my arms, my dear Sir; this is truly a happy mo-ment. He next took erach of my companions by thehand, and welcomed them to their liberty, while tearstrickled down his manly cheeks, and the sudden rushof all the generous and sympathetic feelings of hisheart nearly choked his utterance: then raidinghis eyes towards heaven, he said, I tjiank thee, great. iMllllilIllllllK I SUFFERINGS IN AFRICA. 297 Author of my being for thy mercy to these my bro-thers.—He could add no more; his whole frame wasso agitated, that his strength failed him, and he sunkto the ground.—We, on ourpart, could only look uptowards heaven in silent adoration, while our heartsswelled with indiscribable sensations of gratitudeand love to the all wise, all powerful, and ever mercifulGod of the universe, who had conducted us throughso many dreadful scenes of danger and suffering; hadcontroled the passions and disposed the hearts of thebarbarous Arabs in our favour, and had finallybrought us to the arms of such a friend. Tears of joystreamed from our eyes, and Rais bel Cossim was somuch affected at this interview, that in order to con-ceal his weeping, he hid himself behind the wall;for the Moors, as well as the Arabs, hold the s
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