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<h1>PERILS AND CAPTIVITY;</h1>

<p class="center">COMPRISING</p>

<h2>THE SUFFERINGS OF THE PICARD FAMILY</h2>
<h3>AFTER THE SHIPWRECK OF THE MEDUSA,
IN THE YEAR 1816.</h3>

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<h2>NARRATIVE</h2>
<h3>OF THE CAPTIVITY OF M. DE BRISSON,
IN THE YEAR 1785.</h3>

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<h2>VOYAGE OF MADAME GODIN</h2>
<h3>ALONG THE RIVER OF THE AMAZONS,
IN THE YEAR 1770.</h3>

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<p class="center">EDINBURGH:<br />
PRINTED FOR CONSTABLE AND CO.<br />
AND<br />
THOMAS HURST AND CO. LONDON.</p>

<p class="center">1827.</p>


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<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="PREFACE" id="PREFACE"></a>PREFACE.</h2>


<p>The expeditions in which it is attempted to explore unknown and distant
oceans, are usually those which are most pregnant with adventure and
disaster. But land has its perils as well as sea; and the wanderer,
thrown into the unknown interior of the Continents of Africa and
America, through regions of burning sand and trackless forest, occupied
only by rude and merciless barbarians, encounters no less dreadful forms
of danger and suffering. Several such examples are presented in the
present volume, which exhibit peril, captivity, and 'hair-breadth
escape,' in some of their striking and tragical results.</p>

<p>The catastrophe of the Medusa is already known to the public, as one of
the most awful and appalling that ever befel any class of human beings.
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span>The Shipwreck, and the dreadful scenes on the Raft, have been recorded
in the Narrative of Messrs Savigny and <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;Correard&quot; changed to &quot;Corr&eacute;ard&quot;">Corr&eacute;ard</span>. But the adventures of
the party who were cast ashore, and forced to find their way through the
African Desert, could be reported only imperfectly by those gentlemen
who were not eye-witnesses. This want is supplied in the first part of
the present volume, which contains the Narrative by Mad. Dard, then
Mademoiselle Picard, one of the suffering party, and for the translation
of which, the Editor is much indebted to Mr Maxwell.</p>

<p>There is in it so much feeling and good sense, mixed with an amiable and
girlish simplicity, as to render it particularly engaging. There is also
something peculiarly gratifying to an Englishman in the reflection, that
such disaster could not have befallen almost any British crew. It was
evidently nothing but the utter and thorough selfishness which actuated
the leaders and most of those on board both of the ship and the raft,
which rendered the affair at all very serious. A wise plan formed and
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span>acted upon, with a view to the general good, would have enabled them,
without difficulty, to save the crew, the cargo, and perhaps the vessel.
The narrative of the shipwreck and journey is also combined with the
adventures of an interesting Family, related in such a manner as to give
them a strong hold in our sympathy.</p>

<p>The Second Part of the Volume has an affinity to that which has now been
mentioned. The western coast of Africa, lying along a great maritime and
commercial route, and being heavily encumbered by rocks and shoals, has
been the theatre of frequent shipwrecks; and Europeans, when cast
ashore, have always experienced the most dreadful fate from the inhuman
and bigotted natives. Several relations of this nature have been lately
published, but under somewhat of a romantic and dubious aspect. That of
Brisson, here inserted, appears the most authentic, and at the same time
to present the most interesting and varied train of vicissitudes; and
although it is already not unknown to the English reader, its
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span>republication, we presume, will not be altogether unacceptable.</p>

<p>The Third Relation carries them into quite a different quarter of the
world&mdash;to the shores of the mighty River of the Amazons in South
America, and to the boundless forests and deserts by which it is
bordered. We shall not anticipate the narrative of what befel Madame
Godin in her voyage down this river; but it will not probably be denied
to present as extraordinary a series of perils, adventures, and escapes,
as are anywhere to be found on record. It is drawn from the account of
the Mission of M. de la Condamine, sent, in 1743, by the French
Government, along with M. Bouguer and other Academicians, to measure an
arc of the meridian, under the latitude of Quito, and thus ascertain the
figure of the earth. This forms a well known and respectable source; but
the Mission being directed almost exclusively to scientific objects, the
narrative may not perhaps have often met the eye of the general reader.</p>

<p><i>Edinburgh, August 1827.</i></p>



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<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS.</h2>

<div style="margin-left: 20%; margin-right: 20%;">
<table border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" summary="Table of Contents">
<tr>
<td class="chapsum"><b>I.</b>&nbsp;THE SHIPWRECK OF THE MEDUSA</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#PART_I">xiii</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#TRANS_PREFACE">xvii</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">AUTHOR'S PREFACE</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#AUTHOR_PREFACE">xix</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER I.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">M. Picard makes his first Voyage to Africa,
leaving at Paris his Wife and two young
Daughters&mdash;Death of Madame Picard&mdash;The Children
taken home to the House of their
Grandfather&mdash;Return of M. Picard after Nine years
Absence&mdash;He marries again, and Departs a short
while after, with all his Family, for
Senegal&mdash;Description of the Journey between Paris
and Rochefort                                         </td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">19</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER II.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">Departure from Rochefort&mdash;The Picard Family Embark
in the Medusa Frigate&mdash;Account of the Voyage till
they reach the Arguin Bank</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">28</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER III.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The Medusa Frigate runs aground on the Arguin
Bank&mdash;Description of the Shipwreck&mdash;A Raft is
constructed&mdash;They swear not to abandon those who
wish to go upon it</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">35</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER IV.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The Helm of the Medusa is broken by the Waves&mdash;It
is determined to abandon the Wreck of the
Frigate&mdash;The Military are put upon the Raft&mdash;The
greater part of the Officers go into the
Boats&mdash;The Picard Family are abandoned upon the
Medusa&mdash;Proceedings of M. Picard to get his Family
into a Boat</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">42</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER V.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">Departure of the Boats&mdash;They seem desirous of
towing the Raft&mdash;Generous Conduct of a Naval
Officer&mdash;The Abandonment of the Raft&mdash;Despair of
the Wretches who are left to the fury of the
Waves&mdash;Reproaches of M. Picard to the Authors of
the Abandoning the Raft&mdash;Description of the Small
Fleet which the Boats formed&mdash;Frightful Fate, and
Deplorable End of the greater part of the
Individuals on the Raft</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">48</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER VI.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The Chiefs of the Expedition order the Boats to
take the Route for Senegal&mdash;Objections of some
Generous Officers&mdash;The Shores of the Desert of
Sahara are discovered&mdash;The Sailors of the Pinnace
are desirous of Landing&mdash;The Boat in which the
Picard Family is leaks much&mdash;Unheard-of
Sufferings&mdash;Terrible Situation of the
Family&mdash;Frightful Tempest&mdash;Despair of the
Passengers</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">58</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER VII.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">After the Frightful Tempest, the Boat, in which
are the Picard Family, is still desirous of taking
the Route to Senegal&mdash;Cruel Alternative to which
the Passengers are Driven&mdash;It is at last decided
to Gain the Coast&mdash;Description of the Landing&mdash;The
Transports of the shipwrecked</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">65</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER VIII.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The shipwrecked Party form themselves into a
Caravan to go by Land to Senegal&mdash;They find Water
in the Desert&mdash;Some People of the Caravan propose
to Abandon the Picard Family&mdash;Generous Conduct of
an Old Officer of Infantry&mdash;Discovery of an Oasis
of Wild Purslain&mdash;First Repast of the Caravan in
the Desert&mdash;They Fall in with a Small Camp of
Arabs&mdash;M. Picard purchases Two Kids&mdash;The Moors
offer their Services to them&mdash;Arrival at last at
the Great Camp of the Moors&mdash;M. Picard is
recognised by an Arab&mdash;Generous Proceeding of that
Arab&mdash;Sudden Departure of the Caravan&mdash;They hire
Asses</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">71</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER IX.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The Caravan regains the Shore&mdash;A Sail is
discovered&mdash;It brings Assistance to the
Caravan&mdash;Great Generosity of an
Englishman&mdash;Continuation of their
Journey&mdash;Extraordinary Heat&mdash;They Kill a
Bullock&mdash;Repast of the Caravan&mdash;At last they
discover the River Senegal&mdash;Joy of the
Unfortunate&mdash;M. Picard receives Assistance from
some Old Friends at Senegal&mdash;Hospitality of the
Inhabitants of the Island of St Louis towards
every Person of the Caravan</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">83</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER X.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The English refuse to cede the Colony of Senegal
to the French&mdash;The whole of the French Expedition
are obliged to go and encamp on the Peninsula of
Cape Verd&mdash;The Picard Family obtain leave of the
English Governor to remain at Senegal&mdash;Poverty of
that Family&mdash;Assistance which they
receive&mdash;Enterprise of M. Picard&mdash;Restoration of
the Colony to the French&mdash;Description of Senegal
and its Environs</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">98</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER XI.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The Sickness and Death of Madame Picard break in
upon the Happiness of the Family&mdash;M. Picard turns
his Views to Commerce&mdash;Bad Success of his
Enterprise&mdash;The Distracted Affairs of the Colony
disgust Him&mdash;The Cultivation of the Island of
Safal&mdash;Several Merchants protest against M. Picard
applying himself to Commerce&mdash;Departure of the
Expedition to the Island of Galam&mdash;M. Picard is
deprived of his Employment as Attorney&mdash;His eldest
Daughter goes to live in the Island of Safal with
two of her Brothers</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">112</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER XII.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">Miss Picard lives in the Island of Safal&mdash;Her
Manner of living&mdash;Sufferings she endured&mdash;She
gathers Flowers which contain a deleterious
Poison&mdash;Her two Brothers fall Sick&mdash;They are
conveyed to Senegal&mdash;Miss Picard, overcome with
Melancholy, also falls Sick&mdash;State in which she is
found&mdash;A Negro boils for her an old
Vulture&mdash;Return of Miss Picard to Senegal&mdash;Her
Convalescence&mdash;Her Return to the Island of
Safal&mdash;M. Picard goes there to Live with all his
Family&mdash;Description of the Furniture of the
African Cottage&mdash;Country Life&mdash;Comfort of their
Fireside&mdash;Walks of the Family&mdash;Little Pleasures
which they enjoy</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">120</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER XIII.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">Fresh Misfortunes&mdash;Desertion of the Working
Negroes&mdash;Return of M. Schmaltz to Senegal&mdash;Hope
Destroyed&mdash;Governor Schmaltz refuses all kind of
Assistance to the Picard Family&mdash;Tigers Devour the
Household Dog&mdash;Terror of Miss Picard&mdash;Bad
Harvest&mdash;Cruel Prospect of the Family&mdash;Increase of
Misfortunes&mdash;Some generous Persons offer
Assistance to M. Picard</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">131</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER XIV.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The Picard Family, tormented by the Musquitoes,
the Serpents, and Tigers, determine to remove
their Cottage to the Banks of the River&mdash;The
Poultry is discovered by the wild
Beasts&mdash;Miserable Existence of that
Family&mdash;Humiliations which it suffered&mdash;Their
Cottage is overturned by a Tempest&mdash;The labouring
Negroes form a Scheme to desert</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">140</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER XV.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">The Colony of Senegal at War with the Moors&mdash;The
Picard Family obliged to abandon the Island of
Safal&mdash;They go to find a Home at St Louis&mdash;M.
Picard hires an Apartment for his Family and
returns to Safal with the eldest of his Sons&mdash;The
whole unfortunate Family fall sick&mdash;Return of M.
Picard to Senegal&mdash;Death of young Laura&mdash;He wishes
to return to his Island&mdash;The Children oppose
it&mdash;He falls dangerously ill&mdash;The worthy People of
the Colony are indignant at the Governor for the
State of Misery in which he has left the Picard
Family</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">150</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">CHAPTER XVI.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">M. Dard, whom contrary Winds had detained ten Days
in the Port of St. Louis, comes on Shore to see M.
Picard&mdash;Agony of M. Picard&mdash;His last Words&mdash;His
Death&mdash;Despair of his Children&mdash;M. Thomas kindly
takes charge of Picard's Family&mdash;The eldest of the
Ladies goes and mourns over the Grave of her
Father&mdash;Her Resignation&mdash;M. Dard disembarks, and
adopts the Wrecks of the Picard Family&mdash;M. Dard
marries Miss Picard, and at last returns to France</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">159</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">APPENDIX.</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">Substance abridged from MM. <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;Correard&quot; changed to &quot;Corr&eacute;ard&quot;">Corr&eacute;ard</span> and Savigny,
of what took place on the Raft during thirteen
days before the Sufferers were taken up by the
Argus Brig</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#APPENDIX">169</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">&nbsp;</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum">Notes</td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#NOTES">193</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum"><p class="hangin"><b>II.</b> NARRATIVE OF THE CAPTIVITY OF
M. DE BRISSON IN THE DESERTS OF AFRICA</p></td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#PART_II">199</a></td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td colspan="2" class="chapnum">&mdash;&mdash;&mdash;</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td class="chapsum"><p class="hangin"><b>III.</b> VOYAGE OF MAD. GODIN ALONG
THE RIVER OF THE AMAZONS</p></td>
<td class="chappage"><a href="#PART_III">307</a></td>
</tr>
</table>
</div>

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<h2><a name="PART_I" id="PART_I"></a>I.</h2>

<h2>HISTORY OF THE SUFFERINGS AND MISFORTUNES
OF THE PICARD FAMILY,</h2>
<h3>AFTER THE SHIPWRECK OF THE MEDUSA,
ON THE WESTERN COAST OF AFRICA,</h3>
<h3>IN THE YEAR 1816.</h3>

<p class="center">FROM THE FRENCH OF MADAME DARD,
ONE OF THE SUFFERERS.</p>

<p class="center">BY P. MAXWELL, <span class="smcap">Esq.</span></p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xv" id="Page_xv">[Pg xv]</a></span></p><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiv" id="Page_xiv">[Pg xiv]</a></span></p>


<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p class="center">THIS TRANSLATION<br />
OF MADAME DARD'S NARRATIVE<br />
OF HER<br />
SHIPWRECK AND MISFORTUNES,<br />
IS RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED<br />
TO<br />
MISS AGNES MALCOLM,<br />
BY HER AFFECTIONATE AND GRATEFUL COUSIN,<br />
THE TRANSLATOR.</p>

<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xvii" id="Page_xvii">[Pg xvii]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="TRANS_PREFACE" id="TRANS_PREFACE"></a>TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE.</h2>


<p>The following pages are translated from the "African Cottage," of Mad.
Dard.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">1</a> They contain no romance, but a well authenticated story,
<span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;coroborated&quot; changed to &quot;corroborated&quot;">corroborated</span> by the previous Narrative of MM. Corr&eacute;ard and Savigny.
Those gentlemen have detailed their sufferings on the fatal raft, after
the disastrous shipwreck of the Medusa frigate; but the account
concerning those who escaped, by aid of their boats, to the shores of
Sahara, deficient in their recital, is supplied by Madame Dard, who was
present at all the scenes she relates. Interwoven with the Narrative, is
an interesting account of the Picard Family, whose wrongs cannot fail to
excite pity, and to engage those feeling hearts in her favour, to whom
the fair authoress has addressed the story of her misfortunes.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1" class="fnanchor">1</a> "La Chaumi&egrave;re Africaine; ou, Histoire d'une Famille
Fran&ccedil;aise jet&eacute;e sur la c&ocirc;t&eacute; occidentale de l'Afrique, &agrave; la suite du
naufrage de la Fr&eacute;gate la Meduse. Par Mme. Dard, n&eacute;e Charlotte Adelaide
Picard, a&icirc;n&eacute;e de cette famille, et l'une des naufrag&eacute;s de la Meduse."
Dijon. 1824, 12mo.</p></div>

<p>There is not, on the records of misery, an instance of more severe and
protracted suffering; and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xviii" id="Page_xviii">[Pg xviii]</a></span>I trust there is not, nor ever will be any,
where human nature was more foully outraged and disgraced. There are,
nevertheless, some pleasing traits of character in the story, and, I am
proud to say, some of the brightest of them belong to our own nation.
These present a beautiful relief to the selfishness and brutality which
so much abound in the dark picture; and are, to our minds, the green
spots of the Desert&mdash;the fountain and the fruit-tree&mdash;as they were in
very truth, to the poor wretches they assisted with such genuine
singleness of heart.</p>

<p>To the end of the Narrative I have subjoined an Appendix, translated and
abridged from the work of MM. Corr&eacute;ard and Savigny, detailing at greater
length the sufferings of those who were exposed upon the Raft. I have
also added some Notes, extracted from several Authors, illustrative of
various matters mentioned in the course of the Narrative.</p>

<p>It may be satisfactory for some readers to know, that, in 1824, Madame
Dard was living with her husband in comfort at Bligny-sous-Beaune, a
short distance from Dijon. I have lately seen in a French Catalogue, a
Dictionary and Grammar of the Woloff and Bambara languages, by M.&nbsp;J.
Dard, Bachelier des Sciences, Ancien Instituteur de l'Ecole du S&eacute;n&eacute;gal,
brought out under the auspices of the French Government.</p>

<p>
<span class="smcap">Patrick Maxwell.</span><br />
<br />
<i>Edinburgh, July 1827.</i><br />
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xix" id="Page_xix">[Pg xix]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="AUTHOR_PREFACE" id="AUTHOR_PREFACE"></a>AUTHOR'S PREFACE.</h2>


<p>Those who have read the Account of the Shipwreck of the Medusa, by MM.
Savigny and Corr&eacute;ard, are already acquainted with the Picard family.</p>

<p>Attracted to Senegal by a faint prospect of advantage, my father, head
of that unfortunate family, could not, in spite of a good constitution
and the strength of his spirits, resist that destiny, from the mortal
influence of which none of us save three escaped out of a family of
nine. On his deathbed, he expressed to me the desire that our
misfortunes should not remain unknown. This then became my duty, and a
duty sacred to the public. I feel a pleasure in fulfilling it, and
consolation in the thought, that no feeling mind will read the story of
our misfortunes without being affected; and that those who persecuted us
will at least experience some regret.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xx" id="Page_xx">[Pg xx]</a></span></p>

<p>The recital of the shipwreck of the Medusa was necessary, as much to
explain the origin of our misfortunes, as the cause of the connexion
between that disastrous event, and the terrible journey in the Desert of
Sahara, by which we at last reached Senegal. It will furnish me, also,
with an opportunity of adverting to some errors in the work of Messrs
Savigny and Corr&eacute;ard.</p>

<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p><p>It only now remains for me to crave the indulgence of the reader for my
style. I trust such will not be refused to one who has dared to take the
pen, only in compliance with a father's dying request.</p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="SHIPWRECK_OF_THE_MEDUSA" id="SHIPWRECK_OF_THE_MEDUSA"></a>SHIPWRECK OF THE MEDUSA.</h2>

<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">M. PICARD MAKES HIS FIRST VOYAGE TO AFRICA, LEAVING AT PARIS HIS
WIFE AND TWO YOUNG DAUGHTERS&mdash;DEATH OF MADAME PICARD&mdash;THE
CHILDREN TAKEN HOME TO THE HOUSE OF THEIR GRANDFATHER&mdash;RETURN OF
M. PICARD AFTER NINE YEARS ABSENCE&mdash;HE MARRIES AGAIN, AND DEPARTS
A SHORT WHILE AFTER, WITH ALL HIS FAMILY, FOR
SENEGAL&mdash;DESCRIPTION OF THE JOURNEY BETWEEN PARIS AND ROCHEFORT.</p>


<p>About the beginning of 1800, my father solicited and obtained the
situation of resident attorney at Senegal, on the west coast of Africa.
My mother was then nursing my youngest sister, and could not be
persuaded to expose us, at so tender an age, to the fatigue and danger
of so long a voyage. At this period I was not quite two years old.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span></p>

<p>It was then resolved that my father should go alone, and that we should
join him on the following year; but my mother's hopes were disappointed,
war having rendered impossible all communication with our colonies. In
despair, at a separation which placed her nearly two thousand leagues
from her husband, and ignorant how long it might continue, she soon
after fell into a languid condition; and death deprived us of her, at
the end of five years of suffering. My grandfather, at whose house we
had hitherto lived, now became both father and mother to us; and I owe
it to the good old man to say, that his care and attention soon made us
forget we were orphans. Too young to reflect, that the condition of
happiness which we enjoyed under his guardianship would ever have an
end, we lived without a care for the future, and our years glided on in
perfect tranquillity.</p>

<p>Thus were we living when, in 1809, the English captured the colony of
Senegal, and permitted our father to return to his family. But what a
change did he meet with on his arrival at Paris! Wife, home, furniture,
friends, had all disappeared; and nothing remained but two young
daughters, who refused to acknowledge him for their father: so much were
our young minds habituated to see and love but one in the world&mdash;the
worthy old man who had watched over our infancy.</p>

<p>In 1810, our father thought fit to marry a second time; but a great
misfortune befel his children in the death of their grandfather. Our
tears were scarcely dry, when we were conducted home to her who had
become our second mother. We would hardly acknowledge her. Our sorrow
was excessive, and the loss we had sustained <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;irreparrable&quot; changed to &quot;irreparable&quot;">irreparable</span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span>. But they
strove to comfort us; dresses, playthings, amusements in abundance, were
given to us to obliterate the loss of our best friend. In this state of
perfect happiness we were living, when the armies of the Allies entered
Paris in 1814.</p>

<p>France having had the good fortune to recover her King, and with him the
blessing of peace, an expedition was fitted out at Brest to go and
resume possession of Senegal, which had been restored to us. My father
was instantly reinstated in his place of resident attorney, and went in
the month of November to Brest.</p>

<p>As our family had become more numerous since the second marriage of my
father, he could only take with him our stepmother and the younger
children. My sister Caroline and myself were placed in a boarding school
at Paris, until the Minister of Marine and the Colonies would grant us a
passage; but the events of 1815 caused the expedition to Senegal to be
abandoned, while it was still in the harbour of Brest, and all the
officers dismissed. My father then returned to Paris, leaving at Brest
my stepmother, who was then in an unfit condition for travelling.</p>

<p>In 1816, a new expedition was fitted out. My father was ordered to
repair to Rochefort, whence it was to set off. He took measures also for
taking along with him his wife, who had remained at Brest during the
"hundred days." The design of our accompanying him to Africa, obliged
him to address a new petition to the Minister of Marine, praying him to
grant us all a passage, which he obtained.</p>

<p>The 23d of May was the day on which we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> were to quit the capital, our
relations and friends. In the meanwhile, my sister and myself left the
boarding school where we had been placed, and went to take farewell of
all those who were dear to us. One cousin, who loved us most tenderly,
could not hear of our approaching departure without shedding tears; and
as it was impossible for her to change our destiny, she offered to share
it. Immediately she appeared before the minister, and M. le Baron
Portal, struck with a friendship which made her encounter the dangers of
so long a voyage, granted her request.</p>

<p>At last, a beautiful morning announced to us the afflicting moment when
we were to quit Paris. The postilion, who was to convey us to Rochefort,
was already at the door of the house in which we lived, to conduct us to
his carriage, which waited for us at the Orl&eacute;ans gate. Immediately an
old hackney coach appeared; my father stept into it, and in an instant
it was filled. The impatient coachman cracked his whip, sparks flashed
from the horse's feet, and the street of Lille, which we had just
quitted, was soon far behind us. On arriving before the garden of the
Luxumbourg, the first rays of the morning's sun darted fiercely through
the foliage, as if to say, you forsake the zephyrs in quitting this
beautiful abode. We reached the Observatory, and in an instant passed
the gate d'Enfer. There, as yet for a moment to breathe the air of the
capital, we alighted at the Hotel du Pantheon, where we found our
carriage. After a hasty breakfast, the postilion arranged our trunks,
and off again we set. It was nearly seven in the morning when we quitted
the gates of Paris, and we ar<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span>rived that evening at the little village
of d'Etampes, where our landlord, pressing us to refresh ourselves,
almost burned his inn in making us an omelet with rotten eggs. The
flames, ascending the old chimney, soon rose to the roof of the house,
but they succeeded in extinguishing them. We were, however, regaled with
a smoke which made us shed tears. It was broad day when we quitted
d'Etampes; and our postilion, who had spent the greater part of the
night in drinking with his comrades, was something less than polite. We
reproached him, but he made light of the circumstance; for, in the
evening, he was completely drunk. On the twenty-fifth of May, at ten in
the morning, my father told me we were already thirty-two leagues from
Paris. Thirty-two leagues! cried I; alas, so far! Whilst I made this
reflection, we arrived at Orl&eacute;ans. Here we remained about three hours to
refresh ourselves as well as our horses. We could not leave the place
without visiting the statue raised in honour of Joan of Arc, that
extraordinary woman, to whom the monarchy once owed its safety.</p>

<p>On leaving Orl&eacute;ans, the Loire, and the fertile pastures through which it
rolls its waters, excited our admiration. We had on our right the
beautiful vineyards of Beaugency. The road, as far as Amboise, is
delightful. I then began to think, that Paris and its environs might
perhaps be forgotten, if the country of Senegal, to which we were going,
was as fine as that through which we were journeying. We slept at
Amboise, which, being situated at the confluence of the Loire and the
Maise, presents a most agreeable appearance.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p>

<p>When we set off, the sun began to show us verdant groves, watered by the
majestic course of the river. His disk looked like a glorious lustre
suspended in the azure vault of heaven. Our road was studded on both
sides with lofty poplars, which seemed to shoot their pyramidal heads
into the clouds. On our left was the Loire, and on our right a large
rivulet, whose crystal waters every where reflected the bright beams of
the sun. The birds, with their songs, celebrated the beauty of the day,
whilst the dews, in the form of pearls, quivering fell from the tender
boughs, fanned by the zephyrs. A thousand picturesque objects presented
themselves to our view. On the one hand were delightful groves, the
sweet flowers of which perfumed the air we breathed; on the other, a
clear fountain sprang bubbling from the crevice of a rock, and, after
falling from the top of a little hill among a tuft of flowers, bent its
devious course to join the waters of the river. More distant, a small
wood of filbert trees served as a retreat to the ringdoves who cooed,
and the nightingales who chanted the spring.</p>

<p>We enjoyed this truly enchanting spectacle till we arrived at Tours. But
as our route from Orl&eacute;ans had been diversified and agreeable, from the
latter place to Rochefort it was monotonous and tiresome. However, the
towns of Chatellerault, Poitiers, and Niort made a slight change in the
sameness of the scene. From Niort to Rochefort the road was nearly
impassable. We were frequently obliged to alight from the carriage, in
order to allow the horses to drag it out from the deep ruts which we
met. In approaching to a hamlet, named Charente, we stuck so fast in the
mud, that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> even after removing the trunks and other baggage, we found it
almost next to an impossibility to drag it out. We were in the midst of
a wood, and no village within view. It was then resolved to wait till
some good soul would be passing, who would assist to extricate us from
our embarrassment. After vainly waiting a long hour for this expected
succour, the first people who appeared were travelling merchants, who
would not stay on any account to give us assistance. At length we saw a
young lady upon a little path, which was at the extremity of the wood,
walking with a book in her hand. My father instantly ran towards her,
and acquainted her with our situation. This lady, far from acting like
the travellers we formerly met, went to an adjoining field where were
some farmers at work, and requested them to go with their oxen to free
us from our jeopardy, and returned herself with them. When our carriage
was put in a condition to continue our route, she invited us to refresh
ourselves in her country seat, situated in the middle of the wood. We
then took the cross-way, and returned with our carriage at the instance
of the amiable lady, who received us in the most affable and generous
manner. She offered us at first some pears, which were already very
good; after which we were served with an exquisite collation, at the end
of which a child, beautiful as the loves, presented us with a basket
filled with the fairest flowers of the spring. We accepted the gift of
Flora, in testimony of our regard for our generous landlady and her
charming child. Traversing after that the park of our hospitable
hostess, we rejoined the route to Rochefort.</p>

<p>In paying this just tribute of remembrance to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> the offices of that
person who gave us so great assistance, I cannot resist the pleasure of
mentioning her name. She is the wife of M. T&eacute;lotte, superior officer of
the general magazine at Rochefort.</p>

<p>Already the masts of the ships appeared in the horizon, and we heard in
the distance a hollow and confused sound, like that made by a multitude
of people engaged in various occupations. On approaching nearer to
Rochefort, we found that the tumult we heard was caused by the labourers
in the wood-yards and the galley-slaves, who, painfully dragging their
fetters, attended to the various labours of the port. Having entered the
town, the first picture which presented itself to our eyes was that of
these unfortunate creatures, who, coupled two and two by enormous
chains, are forced to carry the heaviest burdens. It may be mentioned,
in passing, that the sight is not very attracting to young ladies who
have never been out of Paris; for, in spite of all the repugnance we can
have for those who are condemned by the laws to live apart from society,
we can never look with indifference on that crowd of thinking beings,
degraded, by following their vicious actions, to a level with the beasts
of burden.</p>

<p>My mind was yet occupied with these painful reflections, when my father,
opening the door of the carriage, requested us to follow him into an
hotel in the street Dauphine, where already were our stepmother and our
young brothers and sisters, who had returned with her from Brest. Soon
our numerous family were again united. What transports of joy, what
saluting and embracing! O! there is nothing comparable to the pleasure
of meeting with those we love after a long absence!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p>

<p>My father went to visit the officers who were to make the voyage to
Senegal along with us. My step-mother busied herself in preparing
supper, and my sister Caroline, my cousin, and myself, went to sleep;
for any farther exercise but ill accorded with the fatigue we had
already undergone; otherwise we could easily have sat till supper, after
having eat of the good things we had had at the farm of Charente.</p>

<p>We spent the morrow, the 3d of June, in running about the town. In the
space of two hours we had seen every thing worth seeing. What a fine
thing a maritime town is for a maker of romances! But as I have neither
talents nor desire to write one, and as I have promised to the reader to
adhere strictly to the truth, I will content myself by telling him, that
in nine days I was tired of Rochefort.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">DEPARTURE FROM ROCHEFORT&mdash;THE PICARD FAMILY EMBARK IN THE MEDUSA
FRIGATE&mdash;ACCOUNT OF THE VOYAGE TILL THEY REACH THE ARGUIN BANK.</p>


<p>Early on the morning of the 12th of June, we were on our way to the
boats that were to convey us on board the Medusa, which was riding at
anchor off the island of Aix, distant about four leagues from Rochefort.
The field through which we passed was sown with corn. Wishing, before I
left our beautiful France, to make my farewell to the flowers, and,
whilst our family went leisurely forward to the place where we were to
embark upon the Charente, I crossed the furrows, and gathered a few
blue-bottles and poppies. We soon arrived at the place of embarkation,
where we found some of our fellow-passengers, who, like myself, seemed
casting a last look to Heaven, whilst they were yet on the French soil.
We embarked, however, and left these happy shores. In descending the
tortuous course of the Charente, contrary winds so impeded our progress,
that we did not reach the Medusa till the morrow, having taken
twenty-four hours in sailing four leagues.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> At length we mounted the
deck of the Medusa, of painful memory. When we got on board, we found
our births not provided for us, consequently were obliged to remain
indiscriminately together till next day. Our family, which consisted of
nine persons, was placed in a birth near the main deck. As the wind was
still contrary, we lay at anchor for seventeen days.</p>

<p>On the 17th of June, at four in the morning, we set sail, as did the
whole expedition, which consisted of the Medusa frigate, the Loire
store-ship, the Argus brig, and the Echo corvette. The wind being very
favourable, we soon lost sight of the green fields of l'Aunis. At six in
the morning, however, the island of Rh&eacute; still appeared above the
horizon. We fixed our eyes upon it with regret, to salute for the last
time our dear country. Now, imagine the ship born aloft, and surrounded
by huge mountains of water, which at one moment tossed it in the air,
and at another plunged it into the profound abyss. The waves, raised by
a stormy north-west breeze, came dashing in a horrible manner against
the sides of our ship. I know not whether it was a presentiment of the
misfortune which menaced us that had made me pass the preceding night in
the most cruel inquietude. In my agitation, I sprang upon deck, and
contemplated with horror the frigate winging its way upon the waters.
The winds pressed against the sails with great violence, strained and
whistled among the cordage; and the great hulk of wood seemed to split
every time the surge broke upon its sides. On looking a little out to
sea I perceived, at no great distance on our right, all the other ships
of the expedition, which quieted me much. Towards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> ten in the morning
the wind changed; immediately an appalling cry was heard, concerning
which the passengers, as well as myself, were equally ignorant. The
whole crew were in motion. Some climbed the rope ladders, and seemed to
perch on the extremities of the yards; others mounted to the highest
parts of the mast; these bellowing and pulling certain cordages in
cadence; those crying, swearing, whistling, and filling the air with
barbarous and unknown sounds. The officer on duty, in his turn, roaring
out these words, starboard! larboard! hoist! luff! tack! which the
helmsman repeated in the same tone. All this hubbub, however, produced
its effect: the yards were turned on their pivots, the sails set, the
cordage tightened, and the unfortunate sea-boys having received their
lesson, descended to the deck. Every thing remained tranquil, except
that the waves still roared, and the masts continued their creaking.
However the sails were swelled, the winds less violent, though
favourable, and the mariner, whilst he caroled his song, said we had a
noble voyage.</p>

<p>During several days we did indeed enjoy a delightful passage. All the
ships of the expedition still kept together; but at length the breeze
became changeable, and they all disappeared. The Echo, however, still
kept in sight, and persisted in accompanying us, as if to guide us on
our route. The wind becoming more favourable, we held due south, sailing
at the rate of sixty-two leagues a day. The sea was so fine, and our
journey so rapid, that I began to think it nearly as agreeable to travel
by sea as by land; but my illusion was not of long duration.</p>

<p>On the 28th of June, at six in the morning, we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> discovered the Peak of
Teneriffe, towards the south, the summit of whose cone seemed lost among
the clouds. We were then distant about two leagues, which we made in
less than a quarter of an hour. At ten o'clock we brought to before the
town of St Croix. Several officers got leave to go on shore to procure
refreshments.</p>

<p>Whilst these gentlemen were away, a certain passenger, member of the
self-instituted Philanthropic Society of Cape Verd,<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">2</a> suggested that it
was very dangerous to remain where we were, adding that he was well
acquainted with the country, and had navigated in all these latitudes.
M. Le Roy Lachaumareys, Captain of the Medusa, believing the pretended
knowledge of the intriguing Richefort, gave him the command of the
frigate. Various officers of the navy, represented to the captain how
shameful it was to put such confidence in a stranger, and that they
would never obey a man who had no character as a commander. The captain
despised these wise remonstrances; and, using his authority, commanded
the pilots, and all the crew, to obey Richefort; saying he was king,
since the orders of the king were, that they should obey him.
Immediately the impostor, desirous of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>displaying his great skill in
navigation, made them change the route for no purpose but that of
showing his skill in man&#339;uvring a ship. Every instant he changed the
tack, went, came, and returned, and approached the very reefs, as if to
brave them. In short, he beat about so much, that the sailors at length
refused to obey him, saying boldly that he was a vile impostor. But it
was done. The man had gained the confidence of Captain Lachaumareys,
who, ignorant of navigation himself, was doubtless glad to get some one
to undertake his duty. But it must be told, and told, too, in the face
of all Europe, that this blind and inept confidence was the sole cause
of the loss of the Medusa frigate, as well as of all the crimes
consequent upon it.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2" class="fnanchor">2</a> This Society, which was so ill named <i>Philanthropic</i>, was
composed of sixty individuals of all nations, among whom figured
H&eacute;brard, Corr&eacute;ard,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">3</a> Richefort, &amp;c. They had obtained from government a
free passage, and authority to go and cultivate the peninsula of Cape
Verd; but that new colony afterwards ended like that of Champ-d'Asile.</p></div>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3" class="fnanchor">3</a> Not that Corr&eacute;ard, the coadjutor of Savigny, mentioned in
the Author's preface. <i>Trans.</i></p></div>

<p>Towards three in the afternoon, those officers who had gone on shore in
the morning, returned on board loaded with vegetables, fruits, and
flowers. They laughed heartily at the man&#339;uvres that had been going on
during their absence, which doubtless did not please the captain, who
flattered himself he had already found in his pilot Richefort <i>a good
and able seaman</i>: such were his words. At four in the afternoon we took
a southerly direction. M. Richefort then beaming with exultation for
having, as he said, saved the Medusa from certain shipwreck, continued
to give his pernicious counsels to Captain Lachaumareys, persuading him
he had been often employed to explore the shores of Africa, and that he
was perfectly well acquainted with the Arguin Bank. The journals of the
29th and 30th afford nothing very remarkable.</p>

<p>The hot winds from the desert of Sahara began to be felt, which told us
we approached the tro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span>pic; indeed, the sun at noon seemed suspended
perpendicularly above our heads, a phenomenon which few among us had
ever seen.</p>

<p>On the 1st of July, we recognised Cape Bojador, and then saw the shores
of Sahara. Towards ten in the morning, they set about the frivolous
ceremony which the sailors have invented for the purpose of exacting
something from those passengers who have never crossed the line. During
the ceremony, the frigate doubled Cape Barbas, hastening to its
destruction. Captain Lachaumareys very good humouredly presided at this
species of baptism, whilst his dear Richefort promenaded the forecastle,
and looked with indifference upon a shore bristling with dangers.
However that may be, all passed on well; nay, it may be even said that
the farce was well played off. But the route which we pursued soon made
us forget the short-lived happiness we had experienced. Every one began
to observe the sudden change which had taken place in the colour of the
sea, as we ran upon the bank in shallow water. A general murmur rose
among the passengers and officers of the navy;&mdash;they were far from
partaking in the blind confidence of the captain.</p>

<p>On the 2d of July, at five in the morning, the captain was persuaded
that a large cloud, which was discovered in the direction of Cape
Blanco, was that Cape itself. After this pretended discovery, they ought
to have steered to the west, for about fifty leagues, to have gained sea
room to double with certainty the Arguin Bank; moreover, they ought to
have conformed to the instructions which the Minister of Marine had
given to the ships which set out for Senegal. The other part of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span>
expedition, from having followed these instructions arrived in safety at
their destination. During the preceding night, the Echo, which had
hitherto accompanied the Medusa, made several signals, but being replied
to with contempt, abandoned us. Towards ten in the morning, the danger
which threatened us was again represented to the Captain, and he was
strongly urged, if he wished to avoid the Arguin Bank, to take a
westerly course; but the advice was again neglected, and he despised the
predictions. One of the officers of the frigate, from having wished to
expose the intriguing Richefort, was put under arrest. My father, who
had already twice made the voyage to Senegal, and who with various
persons was persuaded they were going right upon the bank, also made his
observations to the unfortunate pilot. His advice was no better received
than those of Messrs Reynaud, Espiau, Maudet, &amp;c. Richefort, in the
sweetest tone, replied, "My dear, we know our business; attend to yours,
and be quiet. I have already twice passed the Arguin Bank; I have sailed
upon the Red Sea, and you see I am not drowned." What reply could be
made to such a preposterous speech? My father, seeing it was impossible
to get our route changed, resolved to trust to Providence to free us
from our danger, and descended to our cabin, where he sought to
dissipate his fears in the oblivion of sleep.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE MEDUSA FRIGATE RUNS AGROUND ON THE ARGUIN BANK&mdash;DESCRIPTION
OF THE SHIPWRECK&mdash;A RAFT IS CONSTRUCTED&mdash;THEY SWEAR NOT TO
ABANDON THOSE WHO WISH TO GO UPON IT.</p>


<p>At noon, on the 2d of July, soundings were taken. M. Maudet, ensign of
the watch, was convinced we were upon the edge of the Arguin Bank. The
Captain said to him, as well as to every one, that there was no cause of
alarm. In the mean while, the wind blowing with great violence, impelled
us nearer and nearer to the danger which menaced us. A species of stupor
overpowered all our spirits, and every one preserved a mournful silence,
as if they were persuaded we would soon touch the bank. The colour of
the water entirely changed, a circumstance even remarked by the ladies.
About three in the afternoon, being in 19&deg; 30' north latitude, and 19&deg;
45' west longitude, an universal cry was heard upon deck. All declared
they saw sand rolling among the ripple of the sea. The Captain in an
instant ordered to sound. The line gave eighteen fathoms; but on a
second sound<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span>ing it only gave six. He at last saw his error, and
hesitated no longer on changing the route, but it was too late. A strong
concussion told us the frigate had struck. Terror and consternation were
instantly depicted on every face. The crew stood motionless; the
passengers in utter despair. In the midst of this general panic, cries
of vengeance were heard against the principal author of our misfortunes,
wishing to throw him overboard; but some generous persons interposed,
and endeavoured to calm their spirits, by diverting their attention to
the means of our safety. The confusion was already so great, that M.
Poinsignon, commandant of a troop, struck my sister Caroline a severe
blow, doubtless thinking it was one of his soldiers. At this crisis my
father was buried in profound sleep, but he quickly awoke, the cries and
the tumult upon deck having informed him of our misfortunes. He poured
out a thousand reproaches on those whose ignorance and boasting had been
so disastrous to us. However, they set about the means of averting our
danger. The officers, with an altered voice, issued their orders,
expecting every moment to see the ship go in pieces. They strove to
lighten her, but the sea was very rough and the current strong. Much
time was lost in doing nothing; they only pursued half measures, and all
of them unfortunately failed.</p>

<p>When it was discovered that the danger of the Medusa was not so great as
was at first supposed, various persons proposed to transport the troops
to the island of Arguin, which was conjectured to be not far from the
place where we lay aground. Others advised to take us all successively
to the coast of the desert of Sahara, by the means of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> our boats, and
with provisions sufficient to form a caravan, to reach the island of
Saint Louis, at Senegal. The events which afterwards ensued proved this
plan to have been the best, and which would have been crowned with
success; unfortunately it was not adopted. M. Schmaltz, the governor,
suggested the making of a raft of a sufficient size to carry two hundred
men, with provisions: which latter plan was seconded by the two officers
of the frigate, and put in execution.</p>

<p>The fatal raft was then begun to be constructed, which would, they said,
carry provisions for every one. Masts, planks, boards, cordage, were
thrown over board. Two officers were charged with the framing of these
together. Large barrels were emptied and placed at the angles of the
machine, and the workmen were taught to say, that the passengers would
be in greater security there, and more at their ease, than in the boats.
However, as it was forgotten to erect rails, every one supposed, and
with reason, that those who had given the plan of the raft, had had no
design of embarking upon it themselves.</p>

<p>When it was completed, the two chief officers of the frigate publicly
promised, that all the boats would tow it to the shore of the Desert;
and, when there, stores of provisions and fire-arms would be given us to
form a caravan to take us all to Senegal. Why was not this plan
executed? Why were these promises, sworn before the French flag, made in
vain? But it is necessary to draw a veil over the past. I will only add,
that if these promises had been fulfilled, every one would have been
saved, and that, in spite of the detestable egotism of certain
personages, humanity would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> not now have had to deplore the scenes of
horror consequent on the wreck of the Medusa!</p>

<p>On the 3d of July, the efforts were renewed to disengage the frigate,
but without success. We then prepared to quit her. The sea became very
rough, and the wind blew with great violence. Nothing now was heard but
the plaintive and confused cries of a multitude, consisting of more than
four hundred persons, who, seeing death before their eyes, deplored
their hard fate in bitter lamentations. On the 4th, there was a glimpse
of hope. At the hour the tide flowed, the frigate, being considerably
lightened by all that had been thrown over board, was found nearly
afloat; and it is very certain, if on that day they had thrown the
artillery into the water, the Medusa would have been saved; but M.
Lachaumareys said, he could not thus sacrifice the King's cannon, as if
the frigate did not belong to the King also. However, the sea ebbed, and
the ship sinking into the sand deeper than ever, made them relinquish
that on which depended our last ray of hope.</p>

<p>On the approach of night, the fury of the winds redoubled, and the sea
became very rough. The frigate then received some tremendous
concussions, and the water rushed into the hold in the most terrific
manner, but the pumps would not work. We had now no alternative but to
abandon her for the frail boats, which any single wave would overwhelm.
Frightful gulfs environed us; mountains of water raised their liquid
summits in the distance. How were we to escape so many dangers? Whither
could we go? What hospitable land would receive us on its shores? My
thoughts, then reverted to our beloved country. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> did not regret Paris,
but I could have esteemed myself happy to have been yet in the marshes
on the road to Rochefort. Then starting suddenly from my reverie, I
exclaimed: "O terrible condition! that black and boundless sea resembles
the eternal night which will ingulf us! All those who surround me seem
yet tranquil; but that fatal calm will soon be succeeded by the most
frightful torments. Fools, what had we to find in Senegal, to make us
trust to the most perfidious of elements! Did France not afford every
necessary for our happiness? Happy! yes, thrice happy, they who never
set foot on a foreign soil! Great God! succour all these unfortunate
beings; save our unhappy family!"</p>

<p>My father perceived my distress, but how could he console me? What words
could calm my fears, and place me above the apprehension of those
dangers to which we were exposed? How, in a word, could I assume a
serene appearance, when friends, parents, and all that was most dear to
me were, in all human probability, on the very verge of destruction?
Alas! my fears were but too well founded. For I soon perceived that,
although we were the only ladies, besides the Misses Schmaltz, who
formed a part of the Governor's suit, they had the barbarity of
intending our family to embark upon the raft, where were only soldiers,
sailors, planters of Cape Verd, and some generous officers who had not
the honour (if it could be accounted one) of being considered among the
ignorant confidents of MM. Schmaltz and Lachaumareys. My father,
indignant at a proceeding so indecorous, swore we would not embark upon
the raft, and that, if we were not judged worthy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> of a place in one of
the six boats, he would himself, his wife, and children, remain on board
the wrecks of the frigate. The tone in which he spoke these words, was
that of a man resolute to avenge any insult that might be offered to
him. The governor of Senegal, doubtless fearing the world would one day
reproach him for his inhumanity, decided we should have a place in one
of the boats. This having in some measure quieted our fears concerning
our unfortunate situation, I was desirous of taking some repose, but the
uproar among the crew was so great I could not obtain it.</p>

<p>Towards midnight, a passenger came to inquire at my father if we were
disposed to depart; he replied, we had been forbid to go yet. However,
we were soon convinced that a great part of the crew and various
passengers were secretly preparing to set off in the boats. A conduct so
perfidious could not fail to alarm us, especially as we perceived among
those so eager to embark unknown to us, several who had promised, but a
little while before, not to go without us.</p>

<p>M. Schmaltz, to prevent that which was going on upon deck, instantly
rose to endeavour to quiet their minds; but the soldiers had already
assumed a threatening attitude, and, holding cheap the words of their
commander, swore they would fire upon whosoever attempted to depart in a
clandestine manner. The firmness of these brave men produced the desired
effect, and all was restored to order. The governor returned to his
cabin; and those who were desirous of departing furtively were confused
and covered with shame. The governor, however, was ill at ease; and as
he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> heard very distinctly certain energetic words which had been
addressed to him, he judged it proper to assemble a council. All the
officers and passengers being collected, M. Schmaltz there solemnly
swore before them not to abandon the raft, and a second time promised,
that all the boats would tow it to the shore of the Desert, where they
would all be formed into a caravan. I confess this conduct of the
governor greatly satisfied every member of our family; for we never
dreamed he would deceive us, nor act in a manner contrary to what he had
promised.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE HELM OF THE MEDUSA IS BROKEN BY THE WAVES&mdash;IT IS DETERMINED
TO ABANDON THE WRECK OF THE FRIGATE&mdash;THE MILITARY ARE PUT UPON
THE RAFT&mdash;THE GREATER PART OF THE OFFICERS GO INTO THE BOATS&mdash;THE
PICARD FAMILY ARE ABANDONED UPON THE MEDUSA&mdash;PROCEEDINGS OF M.
PICARD TO GET HIS FAMILY INTO A BOAT.</p>


<p>About three in the morning, some hours after the meeting of the council,
a terrible noise was heard in the powder room; it was the helm which was
broken. All who were sleeping were roused by it. On going on deck every
one was more and more convinced that the frigate was lost beyond all
recovery. Alas! the wreck was for our family the commencement of a
horrible series of misfortunes. The two chief officers then decided with
one accord, that all should embark at six in the morning, and abandon
the ship to the mercy of the waves. After this decision, followed a
scene the most whimsical, and at the same time the most melancholy that
can be well conceived. To have a more distinct idea of it, let the
reader transport himself in imagination to the midst of the liquid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span>
plains of the ocean; then let him picture to himself a multitude of all
classes, of every age, tossed about at the mercy of the waves upon a
dismasted vessel, foundered, and half submerged; let him not forget
these are thinking beings with the certain prospect before them of
having reached the goal of their existence.</p>

<p>Separated from the rest of the world by a boundless sea, and having no
place of refuge but the wrecks of a grounded vessel, the multitude
addressed at first their vows to heaven, and forgot, for a moment, all
earthly concerns. Then, suddenly starting from their lethargy, they
began to look after their wealth, the merchandise they had in small
ventures, utterly regardless of the elements which threatened them. The
miser, thinking of the gold contained in his coffers, hastening to put
it in a place of safety, either by sewing it into the lining of his
clothes, or by cutting out for it a place in the waistband of his
trousers. The smuggler was tearing his hair at not being able to save a
chest of contraband which he had secretly got on board, and with which
he had hoped to have gained two or three hundred per cent. Another,
selfish to excess, was throwing over board all his hidden money, and
amusing himself by burning all his effects. A generous officer was
opening his portmanteau, offering caps, stockings, and shirts, to any
who would take them. These had scarcely gathered together their various
effects, when they learned that they could not take any thing with them;
those were searching the cabins and store-rooms to carry away every
thing that was valuable. Ship-boys were discovering the delicate wines
and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> fine liqueurs, which a wise foresight had placed in reserve.
Soldiers and sailors were penetrating even into the spirit-room,
broaching casks, staving others, and drinking till they fell exhausted.
Soon the tumult of the inebriated made us forget the roaring of the sea
which threatened to ingulf us. At last the uproar was at its height; the
soldiers no longer listened to the voice of their captain. Some knit
their brows and muttered oaths; but nothing could be done with those
whom wine had rendered furious. Next, piercing cries mixed with doleful
groans were heard&mdash;this was the signal of departure.</p>

<p>At six o'clock on the morning of the 5th, a great part of the military
were embarked upon the raft, which was already covered with a large
sheet of foam. The soldiers were expressly prohibited from taking their
arms. A young officer of infantry, whose brain seemed to be powerfully
affected, put his horse beside the barricadoes of the frigate, and then,
armed with two pistols, threatened to fire upon any one who refused to
go upon the raft. Forty men had scarcely descended when it sunk to the
depth of about two feet. To facilitate the embarking of a greater
number, they were obliged to throw over several barrels of provisions
which had been placed upon it the day before. In this manner did this
furious officer get about one hundred and fifty heaped upon that
floating tomb; but he did not think of adding one more to the number by
descending himself, as he ought to have done, but went peaceably away,
and placed himself in one of the best boats. There should have been
sixty sailors upon the raft, and there were but about ten. A list had
been made out on the 4th, assigning each his proper place; but this wise
pre<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span>caution being disregarded, every one pursued the plan he deemed the
best for his own preservation. The precipitation with which they forced
one hundred and fifty unfortunate beings upon the raft was such, that
they forgot to give them one morsel of biscuit. However, they threw
towards them twenty-five pounds in a sack, whilst they were not far from
the frigate; but it fell into the sea, and was with difficulty
recovered.</p>

<p>During this disaster, the governor of Senegal, who was busied in the
care of his own dear self, effeminately descended in an arm-chair into
the barge, where were already various large chests, all kinds of
provisions, his dearest friends, his daughter and his wife. Afterwards
the captain's boat received twenty-seven persons, amongst whom were
twenty-five sailors, good rowers. The shallop, commanded by M. Espiau,
ensign of the ship, took forty-five passengers, and put off. The boat,
called the Senegal, took twenty-five; the pinnace thirty-three; and the
yawl, the smallest of all the boats, took only ten.</p>

<p>Almost all the officers, the passengers, the mariners and
supernumeraries, were already embarked&mdash;all, but our weeping family, who
still remained upon the boards of the frigate, till some charitable
souls would kindly receive us into a boat. Surprised at this
abandonment, I instantly felt myself roused, and, calling with all my
might to the officers of the boats, besought them to take our unhappy
family along with them. Soon after, the barge, in which were the
governor of Senegal and all his family, approached the Medusa, as if
still to take some passengers, for there were but few in it. I made a
motion to descend, hoping that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> Misses Schmaltz, who had, till that
day, taken a great interest in our family, would allow us a place in
their boat; but I was mistaken: those ladies, who had embarked in a
mysterious incognito, had already forgotten us; and M. Lachaumareys, who
was still on the frigate, positively told me they would not embark along
with us. Nevertheless I ought to tell, what we learned afterwards, that
that officer who commanded the pinnace had received orders to take us
in, but, as he was already a great way from the frigate, we were certain
he had abandoned us. My father however hailed him, but he persisted on
his way to gain the open sea. A short while afterwards we <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;percevied&quot; changed to &quot;perceived&quot;">perceived</span> a
small boat among the waves, which seemed desirous to approach the
Medusa; it was the yawl. When it was sufficiently near, my father
implored the sailors who were in it to take us on board, and to carry us
to the pinnace, where our family ought to be placed. They refused. He
then seized a firelock, which lay by chance upon deck, and swore he
would kill every one of them if they refused to take us into the yawl,
adding that it was the property of the king, and that he would have
advantage from it as well as another. The sailors murmured, but durst
not resist, and received all our family, which consisted of nine
persons, viz. Four children, our stepmother, my cousin, my sister
Caroline, my father, and myself. A small box, filled with valuable
papers, which we wished to save, some clothes, two bottles of ratafia,
which we had endeavoured to preserve amidst our misfortunes, were seized
and thrown over board by the sailors of the yawl, who told us we would
find in the pinnace every thing which we could wish<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> for our voyage. We
had then only the clothes which covered us, never thinking of dressing
ourselves in two suits; but the loss which affected us most was that of
several MSS. at which my father had been labouring for a long while. Our
trunks, our linen, and various chests of merchandise of great value, in
a word, every thing we possessed, was left in the Medusa. When we
boarded the pinnace, the officer who commanded it began excusing himself
for having set off without forewarning us, as he had been ordered, and
said a thousand things in his justification. But without believing the
half of his fine protestations, we felt very happy in having overtaken
him; for it is most certain they had had no intention of encumbering
themselves with our unfortunate family. I say encumber, for it is
evident that four children, one of whom was yet at the breast, were very
indifferent beings to people who were actuated by a selfishness without
all parallel. When we were seated in the long-boat, my father dismissed
the sailors with the yawl, telling them he would ever gratefully
remember their services. They speedily departed, but little satisfied
with the good action they had done. My father hearing their murmurs and
the abuse they poured out against us, said, loud enough for all in the
boat to hear: "We are not surprised sailors are destitute of shame, when
their officers blush at being compelled to do a good action." The
commandant of the boat feigned not to understand the reproaches conveyed
in these words, and, to divert our minds from brooding over our wrongs,
endeavoured to counterfeit the man of gallantry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">DEPARTURE OF THE BOATS&mdash;THEY SEEM DESIROUS OF TOWING THE
RAFT&mdash;GENEROUS CONDUCT OF A NAVAL OFFICER&mdash;THE ABANDONMENT OF THE
RAFT&mdash;DESPAIR OF THE WRETCHES WHO ARE LEFT TO THE FURY OF THE
WAVES&mdash;REPROACHES OF M. PICARD TO THE AUTHORS OF THE ABANDONING
THE RAFT&mdash;DESCRIPTION OF THE SMALL FLEET WHICH THE BOATS
FORMED&mdash;FRIGHTFUL FATE, AND DEPLORABLE END OF THE GREATER PART OF
THE INDIVIDUALS ON THE RAFT.</p>


<p>All the boats were already far from the Medusa, when they were brought
to, to form a chain in order to tow the raft. The barge, in which was
the governor of Senegal, took the first tow, then all the other boats in
succession joined themselves to that. M. Lachaumareys embarked, although
there yet remained upon the Medusa more than sixty persons. Then the
brave and generous M. Espiau, commander of the shallop, quitted the line
of boats, and returned to the frigate, with the intention of saving all
the wretches who had been abandoned. They all sprung into the shallop;
but as it was very much overloaded, seventeen unfortunates preferred
remaining on board, rather than expose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> themselves as well as their
companions to certain death. But, alas! the greater part afterwards fell
victims to their fears or their devotion. Fifty-two days after they were
abandoned, no more than three of them were alive, and these looked more
like skeletons than men. They told that their miserable companions had
gone afloat upon planks and hen-coops, after having waited in vain
forty-two days for the succour which had been promised them, and that
all had perished.<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">4</a></p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4" class="fnanchor">4</a> Two, out of the three wretches who were saved from the
wrecks of the Medusa, died a few days after their arrival at the colony;
and the third, who pretended to know a great many particulars relative
to the desertion of the frigate, was assassinated in his bed at Senegal,
when he was just upon the eve of setting off for France. The authorities
could not discover the murderer, who had taken good care to flee from
his victim after having killed him.</p></div>

<p>The shallop, carrying with difficulty all those she had saved from the
Medusa, slowly rejoined the line of boats which towed the raft. M.
Espiau earnestly besought the officers of the other boats to take some
of them along with them; but they refused, alleging to the generous
officer that he ought to keep them in his own boat, as he had gone for
them himself. M. Espiau, finding it impossible to keep them all without
exposing them to the utmost peril, steered right for a boat which I will
not name. Immediately a sailor sprung from the shallop into the sea, and
endeavoured to reach it by swimming; and when he was about to enter it,
an officer who possessed great influence, pushed him back, and, drawing
his sabre, threatened to cut off his hands, if he again made the
attempt. The poor wretch regained the shallop, which was <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span>very near the
pinnace, where we were. Various friends of my father supplicated M.
Lap&eacute;r&egrave;re, the officer of our boat, to receive him on board. My father
had his arms already out to catch him, when M. Lap&eacute;r&egrave;re instantly let go
the rope which attached us to the other boats, and tugged off with all
his force. At the same instant every boat imitated our execrable
example; and wishing to shun the approach of the shallop, which sought
for assistance, stood off from the raft, abandoning in the midst of the
ocean, and to the fury of the waves, the miserable mortals whom they had
sworn to land on the shores of the Desert.</p>

<p>Scarcely had these cowards broken their oath, when we saw the French
flag flying upon the raft. The confidence of these unfortunate persons
was so great, that when they saw the first boat which had the tow
removing from them, they all cried out, the rope is broken! the rope is
broken! but when no attention was paid to their observation they
instantly perceived the treachery of the wretches who had left them so
basely. Then the cries of <i>Vive le Roi</i> arose from the raft, as if the
poor fellows were calling to their father for assistance; or, as if they
had been persuaded that, at that rallying word, the officers of the
boats would return, and not abandon their countrymen. The officers
repeated the cry of <i>Vive le Roi</i>, without a doubt, to insult them; but,
more particularly, M. Lachaumareys, who, assuming a martial attitude,
waved his hat in the air. Alas! what availed these false professions?
Frenchmen, menaced with the greatest peril, were demanding assistance
with the cries of <i>Vive le Roi</i>; yet none were found sufficiently
generous, nor sufficiently French, to go<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> to aid them. After a silence
of some minutes, horrible cries were heard; the air resounded with the
groans, the lamentations, the imprecations of these wretched beings, and
the echo of the sea frequently repeated, Alas! how cruel you are to
abandon us!!! The raft already appeared to be buried under the waves,
and its unfortunate passengers immersed. The fatal machine was drifted
by currents far behind the wreck of the Frigate; without cable, anchor,
mast, sail, oars; in a word, without the smallest means of enabling them
to save themselves. Each wave that struck it, made them stumble in heaps
on one another. Their feet getting entangled among the cordage, and
between the planks, bereaved them of the faculty of moving. Maddened by
these misfortunes, suspended, and adrift upon a merciless ocean, they
were soon tortured between the pieces of wood which formed the scaffold
on which they floated. The bones of their feet and their legs were
bruized and broken, every time the fury of the waves agitated the raft;
their flesh covered with contusions and hideous wounds, dissolved, as it
were, in the briny waves, whilst the roaring flood around them was
coloured with their blood.</p>

<p>As the raft, when it was abandoned, was nearly two leagues from the
frigate, it was impossible these unfortunate persons could return to it:
they were soon after far out at sea. These victims still appeared above
their floating tomb; and, stretching out their supplicating hands
towards the boats which fled from them, seemed yet to invoke, for the
last time, the names of the wretches who had deceived them. O horrid
day! a day of shame<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> and reproach! Alas! that the hearts of those who
were so well acquainted with misfortune, should have been so
inaccessible to pity!</p>

<p>After witnessing that most inhuman scene, and seeing they were
insensible to the cries and lamentations of so many unhappy beings, I
felt my heart bursting with sorrow. It seemed to me that the waves would
overwhelm all these wretches, and I could not suppress my tears. My
father, exasperated to excess, and bursting with rage at seeing so much
cowardice and inhumanity among the officers of the boats, began to
regret he had not accepted the place which had been assigned for us upon
the fatal raft. "At least," said he, "we would have died with the brave,
or we would have returned to the wreck of the Medusa; and not have had
the disgrace of saving ourselves with cowards." Although this produced
no effect upon the officers, it proved very fatal to us afterwards; for,
on our arrival at Senegal, it was reported to the Governor, and very
probably was the principal cause of all those evils and vexations which
we endured in that colony.</p>

<p>Let us now turn our attention to the several situations of all those who
were endeavouring to save themselves in the different boats, as well as
to those left upon the wreck of the Medusa.</p>

<p>We have already seen, that the frigate was half sunk when it was
deserted, presenting nothing but a hulk and wreck. Nevertheless,
seventeen still remained upon it, and had food, which, although damaged,
enabled them to support themselves for a considerable time; whilst the
raft was abandoned to float at the mercy of the waves, upon the vast
surface of the ocean. One hundred and fifty<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> wretches were embarked upon
it, sunk to the depth of at least three feet on its fore part, and on
its poop immersed even to the middle. What victuals they had were soon
consumed, or spoiled by the salt water; and perhaps some, as the waves
hurried them along, became food for the monsters of the deep. Two only
of all the boats which left the Medusa, and these with very few people
in them, were provisioned with every necessary; these struck off with
security and despatch. But the condition of those who were in the
shallop was but little better than those upon the raft; their great
number, their scarcity of provisions, their great distance from the
shore, gave them the most melancholy anticipations of the future. Their
worthy commander, M. Espiau, had no other hope but of reaching the shore
as soon as possible. The other boats were less filled with people, but
they were scarcely better provisioned; and, as by a species of fatality,
the pinnace, in which were our family, was destitute of every thing. Our
provisions consisted of a barrel of biscuit, and a tierce of water; and,
to add to our misfortunes, the biscuit being soaked in the sea, it was
almost impossible to swallow one morsel of it. Each passenger in our
boat was obliged to sustain his wretched existence with a glass of
water, which he could get only once a day. To tell how this happened,
how this boat was so poorly supplied, whilst there were abundance left
upon the Medusa, is far beyond my power. But it is at least certain,
that the greater part of the officers commanding the boats, the Shallop,
the pinnace, the Senegal boat, and the yawl, were persuaded, when they
quitted the frigate, that they would not abandon the raft,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> but that all
the expedition would sail together to the coast of Sahara; that when
there, the boats would be again sent to the Medusa to take provisions,
arms, and those who were left there; but it appears the chiefs had
decided otherwise.</p>

<p>After abandoning the raft, although scattered, all the boats formed a
little fleet, and followed the same route. All who were sincere hoped to
arrive the same day at the coast of the Desert, and that every one would
get on shore; but MM. Schmaltz and Lachaumareys gave orders to take the
route for Senegal. This sudden change in the resolutions of the chiefs
was like a thunderbolt to the officers commanding the boats. Having
nothing on board but what was barely necessary to enable us to allay the
cravings of hunger for one day, we were all sensibly affected. The other
boats, which, like ourselves, hoped to have got on shore at the nearest
point, were a little better provisioned than we were; they had at least
a little wine, which supplied the place of other necessaries. We then
demanded some from them, explaining our situation, but none would assist
us, not even Captain Lachaumareys, who, drinking to a kept mistress,
supported by two sailors, swore he had not one drop on board. We were
next desirous of addressing the boat of the Governor of Senegal, where
we were persuaded were plenty of provisions of every kind, such as
oranges, biscuits, cakes, comfits, plumbs, and even the finest liqueurs;
but my father opposed it, so well was he assured we would not obtain any
thing.</p>

<p>We will now turn to the condition of those on the raft, when the boats
left them to themselves.</p>

<p>If all the boats had continued dragging the raft<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> forward, favoured as
we were by the breeze from the sea, we would have been able to have
conducted them to the shore in less than two days. But an inconceivable
fatality caused the generous plan to be abandoned which had been formed.</p>

<p>When the raft had lost sight of the boats, a spirit of sedition began to
manifest itself in furious cries. They then began to regard one another
with ferocious looks, and to thirst for one another's flesh. Some one
had already whispered of having recourse to that monstrous extremity,
and of commencing with the fattest and youngest. A proposition so
atrocious filled the brave Captain Dupont and his worthy lieutenant M.
L'Heureux with horror; and that courage which had so often supported
them in the field of glory, now forsook them.</p>

<p>Among the first who fell under the hatchets of the assassins, was a
young woman who had been seen devouring the body of her husband. When
her turn was come, she sought a little wine as a last favour, then rose,
and without uttering one word, threw herself into the sea. Captain
Dupont being proscribed for having refused to partake of the
sacrilegious viands with which the monsters were feeding on, was saved
as by a miracle from the hands of the butchers. Scarcely had they seized
him to lead him to the slaughter, when a large pole, which served in
place of a mast, fell upon his body; and believing that his legs were
broken, they contented themselves by throwing him into the sea. The
unfortunate captain plunged, disappeared, and they thought him already
in another world.</p>

<p>Providence, however, revived the strength of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> the unfortunate warrior.
He emerged under the beams of the raft, and clinging with all his might,
holding his head above water, he remained between two enormous pieces of
wood, whilst the rest of his body was hid in the sea. After more than
two hours of suffering, Captain Dupont spoke in a low voice to his
lieutenant, who by chance was seated near the place of his concealment.
The brave L'Heureux, with eyes glistening with tears, believed he heard
the voice, and saw the shade of his captain; and trembling, was about to
quit the place of horror; but, O wonderful! he saw a head which seemed
to draw its last sigh, he recognised it, he embraced it, alas! it was
his dear friend! Dupont was instantly drawn from the water, and M.
L'Heureux obtained for his unfortunate comrade again a place upon the
raft. Those who had been most inveterate against him, touched at what
Providence had done for him in so miraculous a manner, decided with one
accord to allow him entire liberty upon the raft.</p>

<p>The sixty unfortunates who had escaped from the first massacre, were
soon reduced to fifty, then to forty, and at last to twenty-eight. The
least murmur, or the smallest complaint, at the moment of distributing
the provisions, was a crime punished with immediate death. In
consequence of such a regulation, it may easily be presumed the raft was
soon lightened. In the meanwhile the wine diminished sensibly, and the
half rations very much displeased a certain chief of the conspiracy. On
purpose to avoid being reduced to that extremity, the <i>executive power</i>
decided it was much wiser to <i>drown thirteen people</i>, and to get full
rations, than that twenty-eight should have half rations. Mer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span>ciful
Heaven! what shame! After the last catastrophe, the chiefs of the
conspiracy, fearing doubtless of being assassinated in their turn, threw
all the arms into the sea, and swore an inviolable friendship with the
heroes which the hatchet had spared. On the 17th of July, in the
morning, Captain Parnajon, commandant of the Argus brig, still found
fifteen men on the raft. They were immediately taken on board, and
conducted to Senegal. Four of the fifteen are yet alive, viz. Captain
Dupont, residing in the neighbourhood of Maintenon, Lieutenant
L'Heureux, since Captain, at Senegal, Savigny, at Rochefort, and
Corr&eacute;ard, I know not where.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE CHIEFS OF THE EXPEDITION ORDER THE BOATS TO TAKE THE ROUTE
FOR SENEGAL&mdash;OBJECTIONS OF SOME GENEROUS OFFICERS&mdash;THE SHORES OF
THE DESERT OF SAHARA ARE DISCOVERED&mdash;IT IS DEFENDED&mdash;THE SAILORS
OF THE PINNACE ARE DESIROUS OF LANDING&mdash;THE BOAT IN WHICH THE
PICARD FAMILY IS LEAKS MUCH&mdash;UNHEARD-OF SUFFERINGS&mdash;TERRIBLE
SITUATION OF THE FAMILY&mdash;FRIGHTFUL TEMPEST&mdash;DESPAIR OF THE
PASSENGERS.</p>


<p>On the 5th of July, at ten in the morning, one hour after abandoning the
raft, and three after quitting the Medusa, M. Lap&eacute;r&egrave;re, the officer of
our boat, made the first distribution of provisions. Each passenger had
a small glass of water and nearly the fourth of a biscuit. Each drank
his allowance of water at one draught, but it was found impossible to
swallow one morsel of our biscuit, it being so impregnated with
sea-water. It happened, however, that some was found not quite so
saturated. Of these we eat a small portion, and put back the remainder
for a future day. Our voyage would have been sufficiently agreeable, if
the beams of the sun had not been so fierce. On the evening we perceived
the shores of the Desert; but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> as the two chiefs (MM. Schmaltz and
Lachaumareys) wished to go right for Senegal, notwithstanding we were
still one hundred leagues from it, we were not allowed to land. Several
officers remonstrated, both on account of our want of provisions and the
crowded condition of the boats, for undertaking so dangerous a voyage.
Others urged with equal force, that it would be dishonouring the French
name, if we were to neglect the unfortunate people on the raft, and
insisted we should be set on shore, and whilst we waited there, three
boats should return to look after the raft, and three to the wrecks of
the frigate, to take up the seventeen who were left there, as well as a
sufficient quantity of provisions to enable us to go to Senegal by the
way of Barbary. But MM. Schmaltz and Lachaumareys, whose <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;boasts&quot; changed to &quot;boats&quot;">boats</span> were
sufficiently well provisioned, scouted the advice of their subalterns,
and ordered them to cast anchor till the following morning. They were
obliged to obey these orders, and to relinquish their designs. During
the night, a certain passenger, who was doubtless no doctor, and who
believed in ghosts and witches, was suddenly frightened by the
appearance of flames, which he thought he saw in the waters of the sea,
a little way from where our boat was anchored. My father, and some
others, who were aware that the sea is sometimes phosphorated, confirmed
the poor credulous man in his belief, and added several circumstances
which fairly turned his brain. They persuaded him the Arabic sorcerers
had fired the sea to prevent us from travelling along their deserts.</p>

<p>On the morning of the 6th of July, at five<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> o'clock, all the boats were
under way on the route to Senegal. The boats of MM. Schmaltz and
Lachaumareys took the lead along the coast, and all the expedition
followed. About eight, several sailors in our boat, with threats,
demanded to be set on shore; but M. Lap&eacute;r&egrave;re, not acceding to their
request, the whole were about to revolt and seize the command; but the
firmness of this officer quelled the mutineers. In a spring which he
made to seize a firelock which a sailor persisted in keeping in his
possession, he almost tumbled into the sea. My father fortunately was
near him, and held him by his clothes, but he had instantly to quit him,
for fear of losing his hat, which the waves were floating away. A short
while after this slight accident, the shallop, which we had lost sight
of since the morning, appeared desirous of rejoining us. We plied all
hands to avoid her, for we were afraid of one another, and thought that
that boat, encumbered with so many people, wished to board us to oblige
us to take some of its passengers, as M. Espiau would not suffer them to
be abandoned like those upon the raft. That officer hailed us at a
distance, offering to take our family on board, adding, he was anxious
to take about sixty people to the Desert. The officer of our boat,
thinking that this was a pretence, replied, we preferred suffering where
we were. It even appeared to us that M. Espiau had hid some of his
people under the benches of the shallop. But, alas! in the end we deeply
deplored being so suspicious, and of having so outraged the devotion of
the most generous officer of the Medusa.</p>

<p>Our boat began to leak considerably, but we prevented it as well as we
could, by stuffing the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> largest holes with oakum, which an old sailor
had had the precaution to take before quitting the frigate. At noon the
heat became so strong&mdash;so intolerable, that several of us believed we
had reached our last moments. The hot winds of the Desert even reached
us; and the fine sand with which they were loaded, had completely
obscured the clearness of the atmosphere. The sun presented a reddish
disk; the whole surface of the ocean became nebulous, and the air which
we breathed, depositing a fine sand, an impalpable powder, penetrated to
our lungs, already parched with a burning thirst. In this state of
torment we remained till four in the afternoon, when a breeze from the
north-west brought us some relief. Notwithstanding the privations we
felt, and especially the burning thirst which had become intolerable,
the cool air which we now began to breath, made us in part forget our
sufferings. The heavens began again to resume the usual serenity of
those latitudes, and we hoped to have passed a good night. A second
distribution of provisions was made; each received a small glass of
water, and about the eighth part of a biscuit. Notwithstanding our
meagre fare, every one seemed content, in the persuasion we would reach
Senegal by the morrow. But how vain were all our hopes, and what
sufferings had we yet to endure!</p>

<p>At half past seven, the sky was covered with stormy clouds. The serenity
we had admired a little while before, entirely disappeared, and gave
place to the most gloomy obscurity. The surface of the ocean presented
all the signs of a coming tempest. The horizon on the side of the Desert
had the appearance of a long hideous chain of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> mountains piled on one
another, the summits of which seemed to vomit fire and smoke. Bluish
clouds, streaked with a dark copper colour, detached themselves from
that shapeless heap, and came and joined with those which floated over
our heads. In less than half an hour the ocean seemed confounded with
the terrible sky which canopied us. The stars were hid. Suddenly a
frightful noise was heard from the west, and all the waves of the sea
rushed to founder our frail bark. A fearful silence succeeded to the
general consternation. Every tongue was mute; and none durst communicate
to his neighbour the horror with which his mind was impressed. At
intervals the cries of the children rent our hearts. At that instant a
weeping and agonized mother bared her breast to her dying child, but it
yielded nothing to appease the thirst of the little innocent who pressed
it in vain. O night of horrors! what pen is capable to paint thy
terrible picture! How describe the agonizing fears of a father and
mother, at the sight of their children tossed about and expiring of
hunger in a small boat, which the winds and waves threatened to ingulf
at every instant! Having full before our eyes the prospect of inevitable
death, we gave ourselves up to our unfortunate condition, and addressed
our prayers to Heaven. The winds growled with the utmost fury; the
tempestuous waves arose exasperated. In their terrific encounter a
mountain of water was precipitated into our boat, carrying away one of
the sails, and the greater part of the effects which the sailors had
saved from the Medusa. Our bark was nearly sunk; the females and the
children lay rolling in its bottom, drinking the waters of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> bitterness;
and their cries, mixed with the roaring of the waves and the furious
north wind, increased the horrors of the scene. My unfortunate father
then experienced the most excruciating agony of mind. The idea of the
loss which the shipwreck had occasioned to him, and the danger which
still menaced all he held dearest in the world, plunged him into a deep
swoon. The tenderness of his wife and children recovered him; but alas!
his recovery was to still more bitterly to deplore the wretched
situation of his family. He clasped us to his bosom; he bathed us with
his tears, and seemed as if he was regarding us with his last looks of
love.</p>

<p>Every soul in the boat were seized with the same perturbation, but it
manifested itself in different ways. One part of the sailors remained
motionless, in a bewildered state; the other cheered and encouraged one
another; the children, locked in the arms of their parents, wept
incessantly. Some demanded drink, vomiting the salt water which choked
them; others, in short, embraced as for the last time, intertwining
their arms, and vowing to die together.</p>

<p>In the meanwhile the sea became rougher and rougher. The whole surface
of the ocean seemed a vast plain furrowed with huge blackish waves
fringed with white foam. The thunder growled around us, and the
lightning discovered to our eyes all that our imagination could conceive
most horrible. Our boat, beset on all sides by the winds, and at every
instant tossed on the summit of mountains of water, was very nearly sunk
in spite of our every effort in baling it, when we discovered a large
hole in its poop. It was instantly stuf<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span>fed with every thing we could
find;&mdash;old clothes, sleeves of shirts, shreds of coats, shawls, useless
bonnets, every thing was employed, and secured us as far as it was
possible. During the space of six hours, we rowed suspended alternately
between hope and fear, between life and death. At last towards the
middle of the night, Heaven, which had seen our resignation, commanded
the floods to be still. Instantly the sea became less rough, the veil
which covered the sky became less obscure, the stars again shone out,
and the tempest seemed to withdraw. A general exclamation of joy and
thankfulness issued at one instant from every mouth. The winds calmed,
and each of us sought a little sleep, whilst our good and generous pilot
steered our boat on a still very stormy sea.</p>

<p>The day at last, the day so desired, entirely restored the calm; but it
brought no other consolation. During the night, the currents, the waves,
and the winds had taken us so far out to sea, that, on the dawning of
the 7th of July, we saw nothing but sky and water, without knowing
whether to direct our course; for our compass had been broken during the
tempest. In this hopeless condition, we continued to steer sometimes to
the right and sometimes to the left, until the sun arose, and at last
showed us the east.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">AFTER THE FRIGHTFUL TEMPEST, THE BOAT, IN WHICH ARE THE PICARD
FAMILY, IS STILL DESIROUS OF TAKING THE ROUTE TO SENEGAL&mdash;CRUEL
ALTERNATIVE TO WHICH THE PASSENGERS ARE DRIVEN&mdash;IT IS AT LAST
DECIDED TO GAIN THE COAST&mdash;DESCRIPTION OF THE LANDING&mdash;THE
TRANSPORTS OF THE SHIPWRECKED.</p>


<p>On the morning of the 7th of July, we again saw the shores of the
Desert, notwithstanding we were yet a great distance from it. The
sailors renewed their murmurings, wishing to get on shore, with the hope
of being able to get some wholesome plants, and some more palatable
water than that of the sea; but as we were afraid of the Moors, their
request was opposed. However, M. Lap&eacute;r&egrave;re proposed to take them as near
as he could to the first breakers on the coast; and when there, those
who wished to go on shore should throw themselves into the sea, and swim
to land. Eleven accepted the proposal; but when we had reached the first
waves, none had the courage to brave the mountains of water which rolled
between them and the beach. Our sailors then betook themselves to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> their
benches and oars, and promised to be more quiet for the future. A short
while after, a third distribution was made since our departure from the
Medusa; and nothing more remained than four pints of water, and one half
dozen biscuits. What steps were we to take in this cruel situation? We
were desirous of going on shore, but we had such dangers to encounter.
However, we soon came to a decision, when we saw a caravan of Moors on
the coast. We then stood a little out to sea. According to the
calculation of our commanding officer, we would arrive at Senegal on the
morrow. Deceived by that false account, we preferred suffering one day
more, rather than to be taken by the Moors of the Desert, or perish
among the breakers. We had now no more than a small half glass of water,
and the seventh of a biscuit. Exposed as we were to the heat of the sun,
which darted its rays perpendicularly on our heads, that ration, though
small, would have been a great relief to us; but the distribution was
delayed to the morrow. We were then obliged to drink the bitter
sea-water, ill as it was calculated to quench our thirst. Must I tell
it! thirst had so withered the lungs of our sailors, that they drank
water salter than that of the sea! Our numbers diminished daily, and
nothing but the hope of arriving at the colony on the following day
sustained our frail existence. My young brothers and sisters wept
incessantly for water. The little Laura, aged six years, lay dying at
the feet of her mother. Her mournful cries so moved the soul of my
unfortunate father, that he was on the eve of opening a vein to quench
the thirst which consumed his child; but a wise person opposed his
design, observing that all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> blood in his body would not prolong the
life of his infant one moment.</p>

<p>The freshness of the night-wind procured us some respite. We anchored
pretty near to the shore, and, though dying of famine, each got a
tranquil sleep. On the morning of the 8th of July at break of day, we
took the route for Senegal. A short while after the wind fell, and we
had a dead calm. We endeavoured to row, but our strength was exhausted.
A fourth and last distribution was made, and, in the twinkling of an
eye, our last resources were consumed. We were forty-two people who had
to feed upon <i>six biscuits</i> and about <i>four pints</i> of water, with no
hope of a farther supply. Then came the moment for deciding whether we
were to perish among the breakers, which defended the approach to the
shores of the Desert, or to die of famine in continuing our route. The
majority preferred the last species of misery. We continued our progress
along the shore, painfully pulling our oars. Upon the beach were
distinguished several downs of white sand, and some small trees. We were
thus creeping along the coast, observing a mournful silence, when a
sailor suddenly exclaimed, Behold the Moors! We did, in fact, see
various individuals upon the rising ground, walking at a quick pace, and
whom we took to be the Arabs of the Desert. As we were very near the
shore, we stood farther out to sea, fearing that these pretended Moors,
or Arabs, would throw themselves into the sea, swim out, and take us.
Some hours after, we observed several people upon an eminence, who
seemed to make signals to us. We examined them atten<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>tively, and soon
recognised them to be our companions in misfortune. We replied to them
by attaching a white handkerchief to the top of our mast. Then we
resolved to land, at the risk of perishing among the breakers, which
were very strong towards the shore, although the sea was calm. On
approaching the beach, we went towards the right, where the waves seemed
less agitated, and endeavoured to reach it, with the hope of being able
more easily to land. Scarcely had we directed our course to that point,
when we perceived a great number of people standing near to a little
wood surrounding the sand-hills. We recognised them to be the passengers
of that boat, which, like ourselves, were deprived of provisions.</p>

<p>Meanwhile we approached the shore, and already the foaming surge filled
us with terror. Each wave that came from the open sea, each billow that
swept beneath our boat, made us bound into the air; so we were sometimes
thrown from the poop to the prow, and from the prow to the poop. Then,
if our pilot had missed the sea, we would have been sunk; the waves
would have thrown us aground, and we would have been buried among the
breakers. The helm of the boat was again given to the old pilot, who had
already so happily steered us through the dangers of the storm. He
instantly threw into the sea the mast, the sails, and every thing that
could impede our proceedings. When we came to the first landing point,
several of our shipwrecked companions, who had reached the shore, ran
and hid themselves behind the hills, not to see us perish; others made
signs not to approach at that place; some covered their eyes with their
hands; others, at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> last despising the danger, precipitated themselves
into the waves to receive us in their arms. We then saw a spectacle that
made us shudder. We had already doubled two ranges of breakers; but
those which we had still to cross raised their foaming waves to a
prodigious height, then sunk with a hollow and monstrous sound, sweeping
along a long line of the coast. Our boat sometimes greatly elevated, and
sometimes ingulfed between the waves, seemed, at the moment, of utter
ruin. Bruised, battered, tossed about on all hands, it turned of itself,
and refused to obey the kind hand which directed it. At that instant a
huge wave rushed from the open sea, and dashed against the poop; the
boat plunged, disappeared, and we were all among the waves. Our sailors,
whose strength had returned at the presence of danger, redoubled their
efforts, uttering mournful sounds. Our bark groaned, the oars were
broken; it was thought aground, but it was stranded; it was upon its
side. The last sea rushed upon us with the impetuosity of a torrent. We
were up to the neck in water; the bitter sea-froth choaked us. The
grapnel was thrown out. The sailors threw themselves into the sea; they
took the children in their arms; returned, and took us upon their
shoulders; and I found myself seated upon the sand on the shore, by the
side of my step-mother, my brothers and sisters, almost dead. Every one
was upon the beach except my father and some sailors; but that good man
arrived at last, to mingle his tears with those of his family and
friends.</p>

<p>Instantly our hearts joined in addressing our prayers and praises to
God. I raised my hands to heaven, and remained some time immoveable<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>
upon the beach. Every one also hastened to testify his gratitude to our
old pilot, who, next to God, justly merited the title of our preserver.
M. Dum&egrave;ge, a naval surgeon, gave him an elegant gold watch, the only
thing he had saved from the Medusa.</p>

<p>Let the reader now recollect all the perils to which we had been exposed
in escaping from the wreck of the frigate to the shores of the
Desert&mdash;all that we had suffered during our four days' voyage&mdash;and he
will perhaps have a just notion of the various sensations we felt on
getting on shore on that strange and savage land. Doubtless the joy we
experienced at having escaped, as by a miracle, the fury of the floods,
was very great; but how much was it lessened by the feelings of our
horrible situation! Without water, without provisions, and the majority
of us nearly naked, was it to be wondered at that we should be seized
with terror on thinking of the obstacles which we had to surmount, the
fatigues, the privations, the pains and the sufferings we had to endure,
with the dangers we had to encounter in the immense and frightful Desert
we had to traverse before we could arrive at our destination? Almighty
Providence! it was in Thee alone I put my trust.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE SHIPWRECKED PARTY FORM THEMSELVES INTO A CARAVAN TO GO BY
LAND TO SENEGAL&mdash;THEY FIND WATER IN THE DESERT&mdash;SOME PEOPLE OF
THE CARAVAN PROPOSE TO ABANDON THE PICARD FAMILY&mdash;GENEROUS
CONDUCT OF AN OLD OFFICER OF INFANTRY&mdash;DISCOVERY OF AN OASIS OF
WILD PURSLAIN&mdash;FIRST REPAST OF THE CARAVAN IN THE DESERT&mdash;THEY
FALL IN WITH A SMALL CAMP OF ARABS&mdash;M. PICARD PURCHASES TWO
KIDS&mdash;THE MOORS OFFER THEIR SERVICES TO THEM&mdash;ARRIVAL AT LAST AT
THE GREAT CAMP OF THE MOORS&mdash;M. PICARD IS RECOGNISED BY AN
ARAB&mdash;GENEROUS PROCEEDING OF THAT ARAB&mdash;SUDDEN DEPARTURE OF THE
CARAVAN&mdash;THEY HIRE ASSES.</p>


<p>After we had a little recovered from the fainting and fatigue of our
getting on shore, our fellow-sufferers told us they had landed in the
forenoon, and had cleared the breakers by the strength of their oars and
sails; but they had not all been so lucky as we were. One unfortunate
person, too desirous of getting quickly on shore, had his legs broken
under the Shallop, and was taken and laid<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> on the beach, and left to the
care of <span title="Transcriber's Note: A period has been added at the end of this sentence.">Providence.</span> M. Espiau, commander of the shallop, reproached us
for having doubted him when he wished to board us to take our family
along with him. It was most true he had landed sixty-three people that
day. A short while after our refusal, he took the passengers of the
yawl, who would infallibly have perished in the stormy night of the 6th
and 7th. The boat named the Senegal, commanded by M. Maudet, had made
the shore at the same time with M. Espiau. The boats of MM. Schmaltz and
Lachaumareys were the only ones which continued the route for Senegal,
whilst nine-tenths of the Frenchmen intrusted to these gentlemen were
butchering each other on the raft, or dying of hunger on the burning
sands of Sahara.</p>

<p>About seven in the morning, a caravan was formed to penetrate into the
interior, for the purpose of finding some fresh water. We did
accordingly find some at a little distance from the sea, by digging
among the sand. Every one instantly flocked round the little wells,
which furnished enough to quench our thirst. This brackish water was
found to be delicious, although it had a sulphurous taste: its colour
was that of whey. As all our clothes were wet and in tatters, and as we
had nothing to change them, some generous officers offered theirs. My
step-mother, my cousin, and my sister, were dressed in them; for myself,
I preferred keeping my own. We remained nearly an hour beside our
beneficent fountain then took the route for Senegal; that is, a
southerly direction, for we did not know exactly where that country lay.
It was agreed that the females and children should walk before the
cara<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span>van, that they might not be left behind. The sailors voluntarily
carried the youngest on their shoulders, and every one took the route
along the coast. Notwithstanding it was nearly seven o'clock, the sand
was quite burning, and we suffered severely, walking without shoes,
having lost them whilst landing. As soon as we arrived on the shore, we
went to walk on the wet sand, to cool us a little. Thus we travelled
during all the night, without encountering any thing but shells, which
wounded our feet.</p>

<p>On the morning of the 9th, we saw an antelope on the top of a little
hill, which instantly disappeared, before we had time to shoot it. The
Desert seemed to our view one immense plain of sand, on which was seen
not one blade of verdure. However, we still found water by digging in
the sand. In the forenoon, two officers of marine complained that our
family incommoded the progress of the caravan. It is true, the females
and the children could not walk so quickly as the men. We walked as fast
as it was possible for us, nevertheless, we often fell behind, which
obliged them to halt till we came up. These officers, joined with other
individuals, considered among themselves whether they would wait for us,
or abandon us in the Desert. I will be bold to say, however, that but
few were of the latter opinion. My father being informed of what was
plotting against us, stepped up to the chiefs of the conspiracy, and
reproached them in the bitterest terms for their selfishness and
brutality. The dispute waxed hot. Those who were desirous of leaving us
drew their swords, and my father put his hand upon a poignard, with
which he had provided himself on quitting the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> frigate. At this scene,
we threw ourselves in between them, conjuring him rather to remain in
the Desert with his family, than seek the assistance of those who were,
perhaps, less humane than the Moors themselves. Several people took our
part, particularly M. B&eacute;gn&egrave;re, captain of infantry, who quieted the
dispute by saying to his soldiers. "My friends, you are Frenchmen, and I
have the honour of being your commander; let us never abandon an
unfortunate family in the Desert, so long as we are able to be of use to
them." This brief, but energetic speech, caused those to blush who
wished to leave us. All then joined with the old captain, saying they
would not leave us on condition we would walk quicker. M. <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;Br&eacute;gn&egrave;re&quot; changed to &quot;B&eacute;gn&egrave;re&quot;">B&eacute;gn&egrave;re</span> and
his soldiers replied, they did not wish to impose conditions on those to
whom they were desirous of doing a favour; and the unfortunate family of
Picard were again on the road with the whole caravan. Some time after
this dispute, M. Rog&eacute;ry, member of the Philanthropic Society of Cape
Verd, secretly left the caravan, striking into the middle of the Desert,
without knowing very well what he sought. He wished perhaps to explore
the ancient country of the Numidians and Getulians, and to give himself
a slave to the great Emperor of Morocco. What would it avail to acquire
such celebrity? That intrepid traveller had not time to find that after
which he searched; for a few days after he was captured by the Moors,
and taken to Senegal, where the governor paid his ransom.</p>

<p>About noon hunger was felt so powerfully among us, that it was agreed
upon to go to the small hills of sand which were near the coast, to see
if any<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> herbs could be found fit for eating; but we only got poisonous
plants, among which were various kinds of euphorbium. Convolvuluses of a
bright green carpeted the downs; but on tasting their leaves we found
them as bitter as gall. The caravan rested in this place, whilst several
officers went farther into the interior. They came back in about an
hour, loaded with wild purslain, which they distributed to each of us.
Every one instantly devoured his bunch of herbage, without leaving the
smallest branch; but as our hunger was far from being satisfied with
this small allowance, the soldiers and sailors betook themselves to look
for more. They soon brought back a sufficient quantity, which was
equally distributed, and devoured upon the spot, so delicious had hunger
made that food to us. For myself, I declare I never eat any thing with
so much appetite in all my life. Water was also found in this place, but
it was of an abominable taste. After this truly frugal repast, we
continued our route. The heat was insupportable in the last degree. The
sands on which we trode were burning, nevertheless several of us walked
on these scorching coals without shoes; and the females had nothing but
their hair for a cap. When we reached the sea-shore, we all ran and lay
down among the waves. After remaining there some time, we took our route
along the wet beach. On our journey we met with several large crabs,
which were of considerable service to us. Every now and then we
endeavoured to slake our thirst by sucking their crooked claws. About
nine at night we halted between two pretty high sand hills. After a
short talk concerning our misfortunes, all seemed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> desirous of passing
the night in this place, notwithstanding we heard on every side the
roaring of leopards. We deliberated on the means of securing ourselves,
but sleep soon put an end to our fears. Scarcely had we slumbered a few
hours when a horrible roaring of wild beasts awoke us, and made us stand
on our defence. It was a beautiful moonlight night, and in spite of my
fears and the horrible aspect of the place, nature never appeared so
sublime to me before. Instantly something was announced that resembled a
lion. This information was listened to with the greatest emotion. Every
one being desirous of verifying the truth, fixed upon something he
thought to be the object; one believed he saw the long teeth of the king
of the forest; another was convinced his mouth was already open to
devour us; several, armed with muskets, aimed at the animal, and
advancing a few steps, discovered the pretended lion to be nothing more
than a shrub fluctuating in the breeze. However, the howlings of
ferocious <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;beats&quot; changed to &quot;beasts&quot;">beasts</span> had so frightened us, being yet heard at intervals,
that we again sought the sea-shore, on purpose to continue our route
towards the south.</p>

<p>Our situation had been thus perilous during the night; nevertheless at
break of day we had the satisfaction of finding none amissing. About
sunrise we held a little to the east to get farther into the interior to
find fresh water, and lost much time in a vain search. The country which
we now traversed was a little less arid than that which we had passed
the preceding day. The hills, the valleys, and a vast plain of sand,
were strewed with Mimosa or sensitive plants, presenting to our sight a
scene we had never before seen in the Desert.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> The country is bounded as
it were by a chain of mountains, or high downs of sand, in the direction
of north and south, without the slightest trace of cultivation.</p>

<p>Towards ten in the morning some of our companions were desirous of
making observations in the interior, and they did not go in vain. They
instantly returned, and told us they had seen two Arab tents upon a
slight rising ground. We instantly directed our steps thither. We had to
pass great downs of sand very slippery, and arrived in a large plain,
streaked here and there with verdure; but the turf was so hard and
piercing, we could scarcely walk over it without wounding our feet. Our
presence in these frightful solitudes put to flight three or four
Moorish shepherds, who herded a small flock of sheep and goats in an
oasis.<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">5</a> At last we arrived at the tents after which we were searching,
and found in them three Mooresses and two little children, who did not
seem in the least frightened by our visit. A negro servant, belonging to
an officer of marine, interpreted between us; and the good women, who,
when they had heard of our misfortunes, offered us millet and water for
payment. We bought a little of that grain at the rate of thirty pence a
handful; the water was got for three francs a glass; it was very good,
and none grudged the money it cost. As a glass of water, with a handful
of millet, was but a poor dinner for famished people, my father bought
two kids, which they would not give him under twenty piasters. We
immediately killed them, and our Mooresses boil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span>ed them in a large
kettle. Whilst our repast was preparing, my father, who could not afford
the whole of the expense, got others to contribute to it; but an old
officer of marine, who was to have been captain of the port of Senegal,
was the only person who refused, notwithstanding he had about him nearly
three thousand francs, which he boasted of in the end. Several soldiers
and sailors had seen him count it in round pieces of gold, on coming
ashore on the Desert, and reproached him for his sordid avarice; but he
seemed insensible to their reproaches, nor eat the less of his portion
of kid with his companions in misfortune.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5" class="fnanchor">5</a> Oasis, a fertile tract of land situated among sand. T.</p></div>

<p>When about to resume our journey, we saw several Moors approaching to us
armed with lances. Our people instantly seized their arms, and put
themselves in readiness to defend us in case of an attack. Two officers,
followed by several soldiers and sailors, with our interpreter, advanced
to discover their intentions. They instantly returned with the Moors,
who said, that far from wishing to do us harm, they had come to offer us
their assistance, and to conduct us to Senegal. This offer being
accepted of with gratitude by all of us, the Moors, of whom we had been
so afraid, became our protectors and friends, verifying the old proverb,
<i>there are good people every where</i>! As the camp of the Moors was at
some considerable distance from where we were, we set off altogether to
reach it before night. After having walked about two leagues through the
burning sands, we found ourselves again upon the shore. Towards night,
our conductors made us strike again into the interior, saying we were
very near their camp, which is called in their language Berkelet. But
the short<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> distance of the Moors was found very long by the females and
the children, on account of the downs of sand which we had to ascend and
descend every instant, also of prickly shrubs over which we were
frequently obliged to walk. Those who were barefooted, felt most
severely at this time the want of their shoes. I myself lost among the
bushes various shreds of my dress, and my feet and legs were all
streaming with blood. At length, after two long hours of walking and
suffering, we arrived at the camp of that tribe to which belonged our
Arab conductors. We had scarcely got into the camp, when the dogs, the
children, and the Moorish women, began to annoy us. Some of them threw
sand in our eyes, others amused themselves by snatching at our hair, on
pretence of wishing to examine it. This pinched us, that spit upon us;
the dogs bit our legs, whilst the old harpies cut the buttons from the
officers coats, or endeavoured to take away the lace. Our conductors,
however, had pity on us, and chased away the dogs and the curious crowd,
who had already made us suffer as much as the thorns which had torn our
feet. The chiefs of the camp, our guides, and some good women, at last
set about getting us some supper. Water in abundance was given us
without payment, and they sold us fish dried in the sun, and some
bowlfuls of sour milk, all at a reasonable price.</p>

<p>We found a Moor in the camp who had previously known my father at
Senegal, and who spoke a little French. As soon as he recognised him, he
cried, "Tiens toi, Picard! ni a pas conna&icirc;tre moi Amet?" Hark ye,
Picard, know you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> not Amet? We were all struck with astonishment at
these French words coming from the mouth of a Moor. My father
recollected having employed long ago a young goldsmith at Senegal, and
discovering the Moor Amet to be the same person, shook him by the hand.
After that good fellow had been made acquainted with our shipwreck, and
to what extremities our unfortunate family had been reduced, he could
not refrain from tears; and this perhaps was the first time a Musulman
had ever wept over the misfortunes of a Christian. Amet was not
satisfied with deploring our hard fate; he was desirous of proving that
he was generous and humane, and instantly distributed among us a large
quantity of milk and water free of any charge. He also raised for our
family a large tent of the skins of camels, cattle and sheep, because
his religion would not allow him to lodge with Christians under the same
roof. The place appeared very dark, and the obscurity made us uneasy.
Amet and our conductors lighted a large fire to quiet us; and at last,
bidding us good night, and retiring to his tent, said, "Sleep in peace;
the God of the Christians is also the God of the Musulmen."</p>

<p>We had resolved to quit this truly hospitable place early in the
morning; but during the night, some people who had probably too much
money, imagined the Moors had taken us to their camp to plunder us. They
communicated their fears to others, and pretending that the Moors, who
walked up and down among their flocks, and cried from time to time, to
keep away the ferocious beasts, had already given the signal for
pursuing and murdering us. Instantly a general panic seiz<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>ed all our
people, and they wished to set off forthwith. My father, although he
well knew the perfidy of the inhabitants of the Desert, endeavoured to
assure them we had nothing to fear, because the Arabs were too
frightened for the people of Senegal, who would not fail to avenge us if
we were insulted; but nothing could quiet their apprehensions, and we
had to take the route during the middle of the night. The Moors being
soon acquainted with our fears, made us all kinds of protestations; and
seeing we persisted in quitting the camp, offered us asses to carry us
as far as the Senegal. These beasts of burden were hired at the rate of
12 francs a day, for each head, and we took our departure under the
guidance of those Moors who had before conducted us to the camp. Amet's
wife being unwell, he could not accompany us, but recommended us
strongly to our guides. My father was able to hire only two asses for
the whole of our family; and as it was numerous, my sister Caroline, my
cousin, and myself, were obliged to crawl along, whilst my unfortunate
father followed in the suite of the caravan, which in truth went much
quicker than we did.</p>

<p>A short distance from the camp, the brave and compassionate Captain
B&eacute;gn&egrave;re, seeing we still walked, obliged us to accept of the ass he had
hired for himself, saying he would not ride when young ladies, exhausted
with fatigue, followed on foot. The King afterwards honourably
recompensed this worthy officer, who ceased not to regard our
unfortunate family with a care and attention I will never forget.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p>

<p>During the remainder of the night, we travelled in a manner sufficiently
agreeable, mounting alternately the ass of Captain B&eacute;gn&egrave;re.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE CARAVAN REGAINS THE SHORE&mdash;A SAIL IS DISCOVERED&mdash;IT BRINGS
ASSISTANCE TO THE CARAVAN&mdash;GREAT GENEROSITY OF AN
ENGLISHMAN&mdash;CONTINUATION OF THEIR JOURNEY&mdash;EXTRAORDINARY
HEAT&mdash;THEY KILL A BULLOCK&mdash;REPAST OF THE CARAVAN&mdash;AT LAST THEY
DISCOVER THE RIVER SENEGAL&mdash;JOY OF THE UNFORTUNATE&mdash;M. PICARD
RECEIVES ASSISTANCE FROM SOME OLD FRIENDS AT SENEGAL&mdash;HOSPITALITY
OF THE INHABITANTS OF THE ISLAND OF ST LOUIS TOWARDS EVERY PERSON
OF THE CARAVAN.</p>


<p>At five in the morning of the 11th of July we regained the sea-shore.
Our asses, fatigued with the long journey among the sands, ran instantly
and lay down among the breakers, in spite of our utmost exertions to
prevent them. This caused several of us to take a bath we wished not: I
was myself held under my ass in the water, and had great difficulty in
saving one of my young brothers who was floating away. But, in the end,
as this incident had no unfortunate issue, we laughed, and continued our
route, some on foot,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> and some on the capricious asses. Towards ten
o'clock, perceiving a ship out at sea, we attached a white handkerchief
to the muzzle of a gun, waving it in the air, and soon had the
satisfaction of seeing it was noticed. The ship having approached
sufficiently near the coast, the Moors who were with us threw themselves
into the sea, and swam to it. It must be said we had very wrongfully
supposed that these people had had a design against us, for their
devotion could not appear greater than when five of them darted through
the waves to endeavour to communicate between us and the ship;
notwithstanding, it was still a good quarter of a league distant from
where we stood on the beach. In about half an hour we saw these good
Moors returning, making float before them three small barrels. Arrived
on shore, one of them gave a letter to M. Espiau from M. Parnajon. This
gentleman was the captain of the Argus brig, sent to seek after the
raft, and to give us provisions. This letter announced a small barrel of
biscuit, a tierce of wine, a half tierce of brandy, and a Dutch cheese.
O fortunate event! We were very desirous of testifying our gratitude to
the generous commander of the brig, but he instantly set out and left
us. We staved the barrels which held our small stock of provisions, and
made a distribution. Each of us had a biscuit, about a glass of wine, a
half glass of brandy, and a small morsel of cheese. Each drank his
allowance of wine at one gulp; the brandy was not even despised by the
ladies. I however preferred quantity to quality, and exchanged my ration
of brandy for that of wine. To describe our joy, whilst taking this
repast, is impossible. Exposed to the fierce<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> rays of a vertical sun;
exhausted by a long train of suffering; deprived for a long while the
use of any kind of spirituous liquors, when our portions of water, wine,
and brandy, mingled in our stomachs we became like insane people. Life,
which had lately been a great burden, now became precious to us.
Foreheads, lowering and sulky, began to unwrinkle; enemies became most
brotherly; the avaricious endeavoured to forget their selfishness and
cupidity; the children smiled for the first time since our shipwreck; in
a word, every one seemed to be born again from a condition melancholy
and dejected. I even believe the sailors sung the praises of their
mistresses.</p>

<p>This journey was the most fortunate for us. Some short while after our
delicious meal, we saw several Moors approaching, who brought milk and
butter, so that we had refreshments in abundance. It is true we paid a
little dear for them; the glass of milk cost not less than three francs.
After reposing about three hours, our caravan proceeded on its route.</p>

<p>About six in the evening, my father finding himself extremely fatigued,
wished to rest himself. We allowed the caravan to move on, whilst my
step-mother and myself remained near him, and the rest of the family
followed with their asses. We all three soon fell asleep. When we awoke,
we were astonished at not seeing our companions. The sun was sinking in
the west. We saw several Moors approaching us, mounted on camels; and my
father reproached himself for having slept so long. Their appearance
gave us great uneasiness, and we wished much to escape from them, but my
step-mother and myself fell quite exhaust<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>ed. The Moors, with long
beards, having come quite close to us, one of them alighted and
addressed us in the following words. "Be comforted, ladies; under the
costume of an Arab, you see an Englishman who is desirous of serving
you. Having heard at Senegal that Frenchmen were thrown ashore on these
deserts, I thought my presence might be of some service to them, as I
was acquainted with several of the princes of this arid country." These
noble words from the mouth of a man we had at first taken to be a Moor,
instantly quieted our fears. Recovering from our fright, we rose and
expressed to the philanthropic Englishman the gratitude we felt. Mr
Carnet,<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">6</a> the name of the generous Briton, told us that our caravan,
which he had met, waited for us at about the distance of two leagues. He
then gave us some biscuit, which we eat; and we then set off together to
join our companions. Mr Carnet wished us to mount his camels, but my
stepmother and myself, being unable to persuade ourselves we could sit
securely on their hairy haunches, continued to walk on the moist <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span>sand,
whilst my father, Mr Carnet, and the Moors who accompanied him,
proceeded on the camels. We soon reached a little river, called in the
country Marigot des Maringoins. We wished to drink of it, but found it
as salt as the sea. Mr Carnet desired us to have patience, and we should
find some at the place where our caravan waited. We forded that river
knee-deep. At last, having walked about an hour, we rejoined our
companions, who had found several wells of fresh water. It was resolved
to pass the night in this place, which seemed less arid than any we saw
near us. The soldiers, being requested to go and seek wood to light a
fire, for the purpose of frightening the ferocious beasts which were
heard roaring around us, refused; but Mr Carnet assured us, that the
Moors who were with him knew well how to keep all such intruders from
our camp. In truth, during the whole of the night, these good Arabs
promenaded round our caravan, uttering cries at intervals like those we
had heard in the camp of the generous Amet.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6" class="fnanchor">6</a> In the work of MM. Corr&eacute;ard and Savigny, this gentleman is
made mention of in substance as follows. "On the evening of the 11th,
they met with more of the natives, and an Irishman, captain of a
merchantman, who, of his own accord, had left St Louis with the
intention of assisting the sufferers. He spoke the language of the
country, and was dressed in the Moorish costume. We are sorry we cannot
recollect the name of this foreign officer, which we would have a real
pleasure in publishing; but, since time has effaced it from our
memories, we will at least publish his zeal and his noble efforts,
titles well worthy the gratitude of every feeling heart." pp. 164-165.
Paris, 1818, 8vo.&mdash;<i>Trans.</i></p></div>

<p>We passed a very good night, and at four in the morning continued our
route along the shore. Mr Carnet left us to endeavour to procure some
provisions. Till then our asses had been quite docile; but, annoyed with
their riders so long upon their backs, they refused to go forward. A fit
took possession of them, and all at the same instant threw their riders
on the ground, or among the bushes. The Moors, however, who accompanied
us, assisted to catch our capricious animals, who had nearly scampered
off, and replaced us on the hard backs of these headstrong creatures. At
noon the heat became so violent, that even the Moors<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> themselves bore it
with difficulty. We then determined on finding some shade behind the
high mounds of sand which appeared in the interior; but how were we to
reach them! The sands could not be hotter. We had been obliged to leave
our asses on the shore, for they would neither advance nor recede. The
greater part of us had neither shoes nor hats; notwithstanding, we were
obliged to go forward almost a long league to find a little shade. The
heat reflected by the sands of the Desert could be compared to nothing
but the mouth of an oven at the moment of drawing out the bread;
nevertheless, we endured it; but not without cursing those who had been
the occasion of all our misfortunes. Arrived behind the heights for
which we searched, we stretched ourselves under the Mimosa-gommier, (the
acacia of the Desert), several broke branches from the asclepia
(swallow-wort), and made themselves a shade. But whether from want of
air, or the heat of the ground on which we were seated, we were nearly
all suffocated. I thought my last hour was come. Already my eyes saw
nothing but a dark cloud, when a person of the name of Borner, who was
to have been a smith at Senegal, gave me a boot containing some muddy
water, which he had had the precaution to keep. I seized the elastic
vase, and hastened to swallow the liquid in large draughts. One of my
companions, equally tormented with thirst, envious of the pleasure I
seemed to feel, and which I felt effectually, drew the foot from the
boot, and seized it in his turn, but it availed him nothing. The water
which remained was so disgusting, that he could not drink it, and
spilled it on the ground. Captain B&eacute;gn&egrave;re, who was pre<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>sent, judging, by
the water which fell, how loathsome must that have been which I had
drank, offered me some crumbs of biscuit, which he had kept most
carefully in his pocket. I chewed that mixture of bread, dust, and
tobacco, but I could not swallow it, and gave it all masticated to one
of my young brothers, who had fallen from inanition.</p>

<p>We were about to quit this furnace, when we saw our generous Englishman
approaching, who brought us provisions. At this sight I felt my strength
revive, and ceased to desire death, which I had before called on to
release me from my sufferings. Several Moors accompanied Mr Carnet, and
every one was loaded. On their arrival we had water, with rice and dried
fish in abundance. Every one drank his allowance of water, but had not
ability to eat, although the rice was excellent. We were all anxious to
return to the sea, that we might bathe ourselves, and the caravan put
itself on the road to the breakers of Sahara. After an hour's march of
great suffering, we regained the shore, as well as our asses, who were
lying in the water. We rushed among the waves, and after a bath of half
an hour, we reposed ourselves upon the beach. My cousin and I went to
stretch ourselves upon a small rising ground, where we were shaded with
some old clothes which we had with us. My cousin was clad in an
officer's uniform, the lace of which strongly attracted the eyes of Mr
Carnet's Moors. Scarcely had we lain down, when one of them, thinking we
were asleep, came to endeavour to steal it; but seeing we were awake,
contented himself by looking at us very steadfastly.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span></p>

<p>Such is the slight incident which it has pleased MM. <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;Correard&quot; changed to &quot;Corr&eacute;ard&quot;">Corr&eacute;ard</span> and
Savigny to relate in their account of the shipwreck of the Medusa in a
totally different manner. Believing doubtless to make it more
interesting or amusing, they say, that one of the Moors who were our
guides, either through curiosity or a stronger sentiment, approached
Miss Picard whilst asleep, and, after having examined her form, raised
the covering which concealed her bosom, gazing awhile like one
astonished, at length drew nearer, but durst not touch her. Then, after
having looked a long while, he replaced the covering; and, returning to
his companions, related in a joyous manner what he had seen. Several
Frenchmen having observed the proceedings of the Moor, told M. Picard,
who, after the obliging offers of the officers, decided in clothing the
rest of the ladies in the military dress on purpose to prevent their
being annoyed by the attentions of the inhabitants of the Desert. Mighty
well! I beg pardon of MM. Corr&eacute;ard and Savigny, but there is not one
word of truth in all this. How could these gentlemen see from the raft
that which passed during the 12th of July on the shore of the Desert of
Sahara? And supposing that this was reported to them by some one of our
caravan, and inserted in their work, which contains various other
inaccuracies, I have to inform them they have been deceived.</p>

<p>About three in the morning, a north-west wind having sprung up and a
little refreshed us, our caravan continued its route; our generous
Englishman again taking the task of procuring us provisions. At four
o'clock the sky became overcast, and we heard thunder in the distance.
We all expected a great tempest, which, happily did not take<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> place.
Near seven we reached the spot where we were to wait for Mr. Carnet, who
came to us with a bullock he had purchased. Then quitting the shore, we
went into the interior to seek a place to cook our supper. We fixed our
camp beside a small wood of acacias, near to which were several wells or
cisterns of fresh water. Our ox was instantly killed, <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;skined&quot; changed to &quot;skinned&quot;">skinned</span>, cut to
pieces, and distributed. A large fire was kindled, and each was occupied
in dressing his meal. At this time I caught a smart fever;
notwithstanding I could not help laughing at seeing every one seated
round a large fire holding his piece of beef on the point of a bayonet,
a sabre, or some sharp-pointed stick. The flickering of the flames on
the different faces, sunburned and covered with long beards, rendered
more visible by the darkness of the night, joined to the noise of the
waves and the roaring of ferocious beasts which we heard in the
distance, presented a spectacle at once laughable and imposing. If a
David or a Girodet had seen us, said I to myself, we would soon have
been represented on canvass in the galleries of the Louvre as real
cannibals; and the Parisian youth, who know not what pleasure it is to
devour a handful of wild purslain, to drink muddy water from a boot, to
eat a roast cooked in smoke&mdash;who know not, in a word, how comfortable it
is to have it in one's power to satisfy one's appetite when hungry in
the burning deserts of Africa, would never have believed that, among
these half-savages, were several born on the banks of the Seine.</p>

<p>Whilst these thoughts were passing across my mind, sleep overpowered my
senses. Being awak<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span>ed in the middle of the night, I found my portion of
beef in the shoes which an old sailor had lent me for walking among the
thorns. Although it was a little burned and smelt strongly of the dish
in which it was contained, I eat a good part of it, and gave the rest to
my friend the sailor. That seaman, seeing I was ill, offered to exchange
my meat for some which he had had the address to boil in a small
tin-box. I prayed him to give me a little water if he had any, and he
instantly went and fetched me some in his hat. My thirst was so great
that I drank it out of this nasty cap without the slightest repugnance.</p>

<p>A short while after, every one awoke, and again took the route for
arriving at Senegal at an early hour. Towards seven in the morning,
having fallen a little behind the caravan, I saw several Moors coming
towards me armed with lances. A young sailor boy, aged about twelve
years, who sometimes walked with me, stopped and cried in great terror,
"Ah! my God, lady, see the Moors are coming, and the caravan is already
a great way before us; if they should carry us away?" I told him to fear
nothing, although I was really more frightened than he was. These Arabs
of the Desert soon came up to us. One of them advanced with a
threatening air, and stopping my ass, addressed to me, in his barbarous
language, some words which he pronounced with menacing gestures. My
little ship-boy having made his escape, I began to weep; for the Moor
always prevented my ass going forward, who was perhaps as well content
at resting a little. However, from the gestures which he made, I
supposed he wished to know whither I was going, and I cried as loud as
I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> could, "<i>Ndar! Ndar!</i>" (Senegal! Senegal!) the only African words I
then knew. At this the Moor let go the bridle of my ass, and also
assisted me by making him feel the full weight of the pole of his lance,
and then ran off to his companions, who were roaring and laughing. I was
well content at being freed from my fears; and what with the word
<i>ndar</i>, and the famous thump of his spear, which was doubtless intended
for my ass, I soon rejoined the caravan. I told my parents of my
adventure, who were ignorant of what had detained me; they reprimanded
me as they ought, and I promised faithfully never again to quit them.</p>

<p>At nine o'clock we met upon the shore a large flock herded by young
Moors. These shepherds sold us milk, and one of them offered to lend my
father an ass for a knife which he had seen him take from his pocket. My
father having accepted the proposal, the Moor left his companions to
accompany us as far as the river Senegal, from which we were yet two
good leagues. There happened a circumstance in the forenoon which had
like to have proved troublesome, but it turned out pleasantly. The
steersman of the Medusa was sleeping upon the sand, when a Moor found
means to steal his sabre. The Frenchman awoke, and as soon as he saw the
thief escaping with his booty, rose and pursued him with horrid oaths.
The Arab, seeing himself followed by a furious European, returned, fell
upon his knees, and laid at the feet of the steersman the sabre which he
had stolen; who, in his turn, touched with this mark of confidence or
repentance, voluntarily gave it to him to keep. During this scene we
frequently stopped to see how it would terminate, whilst the caravan
con<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span>tinued its route. Suddenly we left the shore. Our companions
appearing quite transported with joy, some of us ran forward, and having
gained a slight rising ground, discovered the Senegal at no great
distance from them. We hastened our march, and for the first time since
our shipwreck, a smiling picture presented itself to our view. The trees
always green, with which that noble river is shaded, the humming birds,
the red-birds, the paroquets, the promerops, &amp;c. who flitted among their
long yielding branches, caused in us emotions difficult to express. We
could not satiate our eyes with gazing on the beauties of this place,
verdure being so enchanting to the sight, especially after having
travelled through the Desert. Before reaching the river, we had to
descend a little hill covered with thorny bushes. My ass stumbling threw
me into the midst of one, and I tore myself in several places, but was
easily consoled when I at length found myself on the banks of a river of
fresh water. Every one having quenched his thirst, we stretched
ourselves under the shade of a small grove, whilst the beneficent Mr
Carnet and two of our officers set forward to Senegal to announce our
arrival, and to get us boats. In the meanwhile some took a little
repose, and others were engaged in dressing the wounds with which they
were covered.</p>

<p>At two in the afternoon, we saw a small boat beating against the current
of the stream with oars. It soon reached the spot where we were. Two
Europeans landed, saluted our caravans, and inquired for my father. One
of them said he came on the part of MM. Artigue and Labour&eacute;, inhabitants
of Senegal, to offer assistance to our fa<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span>mily; the other added, that he
had not waited for the boats which were getting ready for us at the
island of St Louis, knowing too well what would be our need. We were
desirous of thanking them, but they instantly ran off to the boat and
brought us provisions, which my father's old friends had sent him. They
placed before us large baskets containing several loaves, cheese, a
bottle of Madeira, a bottle of filtered water, and dresses for my
father. Every one, who, during our journey, had taken any interest in
our unfortunate family, and especially the brave Captain B&eacute;gn&egrave;re, had a
share of our provisions. We experienced a real satisfaction in partaking
with them, and giving them this small mark of our gratitude.</p>

<p>A young aspirant of marine, who had refused us a glass of water in the
Desert, pressed with hunger, begged of us some bread; he got it, also a
small glass of Madeira.</p>

<p>It was four o'clock before the boats of the government arrived, and we
all embarked. Biscuit and wine were found in each of them, and all were
refreshed.</p>

<p>That in which our family were was commanded by M. Artigue, captain of
the port, and one of those who had sent us provisions. My father and he
embraced as two old friends who had not seen one another for eight
years, and congratulated themselves that they had been permitted to meet
once more before they died. We had already made a league upon the river
when a young navy clerk (M. Mollien) was suddenly taken ill. We put him
ashore, and left him to the care of a ne<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>gro to conduct him to Senegal
when he should recover.</p>

<p>Immediately the town of St Louis presented itself to our view. At the
distance its appearance is fine; but in proportion as it is approached
the illusion vanishes, and it looks as it really is&mdash;dirty, very ill
built, poor, and filled with straw huts black with smoke. At six in the
evening we arrived at the port of St Louis. It would be in vain for me
to paint the various emotions of my mind at that delicious moment. I am
bold to say all the colony, if we except MM. Schmaltz and Lachaumareys,
were at the port to receive us from our boats. M. Artigue going on shore
first to acquaint the English governor of our arrival, met him coming to
us on horseback, followed by our generous conductor Mr Carnet, and
several superior officers. We went on shore carrying our brothers and
sisters in our arms. My father presented us to the English governor, who
had alighted; he appeared to be sensibly affected with our misfortunes,
the females and children chiefly exciting his commiseration. And the
native inhabitants and Europeans tenderly shook the hands of the
unfortunate people; the negro slaves even seemed to deplore our
disastrous fate.</p>

<p>The governor placed the most sickly of our companions in an hospital;
various inhabitants of the colony received others into their houses; M.
Artigue obligingly took charge of our family. Arriving at his house we
there found his wife, two ladies and an English lady, who begged to be
allowed to assist us. Taking my sister Caroline and myself, she
conducted us to her house, and presented us to her husband, who received
us in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> the most affable manner; after which she led us to her
dressing-room, where we were combed, cleansed, and dressed by the
domestic negresses, and were most obligingly furnished with linen from
her own wardrobe, the whiteness of which was strongly contrasted with
our sable countenances. In the midst of my misfortunes my soul had
preserved all its strength; but this sudden change of situation affected
me so much, that I thought my intellectual faculties were forsaking me.
When I had a little recovered from my faintness, our generous hostess
conducted us to the saloon, where we found her husband and several
English officers sitting at table. These gentlemen invited us to partake
of their repast; but we took nothing but tea and some pastry. Among
these English was a young Frenchman, who, speaking sufficiently well
their language, served to interpret between us. Inviting us to recite to
them the story of our shipwreck and all our misfortunes, which we did in
few words, they were astonished how females and children had been able
to endure so much fatigue and misery. We were so confused by our
agitation, that we scarcely heard the questions which were put to us,
having constantly before our eyes the foaming waves, and the immense
tract of sand over which we had passed. As they saw we had need of
repose, they all retired, and our worthy Englishwoman put us to bed,
where we were not long before we fell into a profound sleep.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE ENGLISH REFUSE TO CEDE THE COLONY OF SENEGAL TO THE
FRENCH&mdash;THE WHOLE OF THE FRENCH EXPEDITION ARE OBLIGED TO GO AND
ENCAMP ON THE PENINSULA OF CAPE VERD&mdash;THE PICARD FAMILY OBTAIN
LEAVE OF THE ENGLISH GOVERNOR TO REMAIN AT SENEGAL&mdash;POVERTY OF
THAT FAMILY&mdash;ASSISTANCE WHICH THEY RECEIVE&mdash;ENTERPRISE OF M.
PICARD&mdash;RESTORATION OF THE COLONY TO THE FRENCH&mdash;DESCRIPTION OF
SENEGAL AND ITS ENVIRONS.</p>


<p>At nine o'clock next morning, after our arrival, we felt quite free from
all our fatigues. We arose, and, as soon as we were dressed, went to
thank our generous host and hostess, Mr and Mrs Kingsley; then went to
see our parents; and afterwards returned to our benefactors, who were
waiting breakfast for us. Our conversation was frequently interrupted
during our meal, as they were but little acquainted with the French
language, and we knew nothing of English. After breakfast we learned
that the English governor had not received any orders for giving up the
colony to the French; and until that took place, the whole of the
French<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> expedition would be obliged to go to the peninsula of Cape Verd,
distant from Senegal about fifty leagues. This information distressed us
much, but our affliction was at its height, when my father came and told
that the French governor, M. Schmaltz, had ordered him to quit Senegal
with all his family, and go and stay at Cape Verd, until farther orders.
Mr and Mrs Kingsley, sensibly affected with the misfortunes we had
already experienced, assured us they would not part with us, and that
they would endeavour to obtain the permission of the English governor.
In fact, on the following day, that gentleman informed us by his
aid-de-camp, that, having seen the wretched condition in which our
family were, he had allowed us to remain at Senegal, and that he had
permitted all the officers of the Medusa to stay. This renewed instance
of the benevolence of the English governor tranquillized us. We remained
comfortably at the house of our benefactors; but a great part of our
unhappy companions in misfortune, fearing if they stayed at Senegal they
would disobey the French governor, set off for Cape Verd, where hunger
and death awaited them. Our family lived nearly twenty days with our
benevolent hosts MM. Artigue and Kingsley; but my father, fearing we
were too great a burden for the extraordinary expenses which they made
each day for us, hired a small apartment, and, on the first of August,
we took possession of it, to the great regret of our generous friends,
who wished us to stay with them till the surrender of the colony. When
we were settled in out new habitation, my father sent a petition to M.
Schmaltz, for the purpose of obtaining provisions from the general
magazine of the French<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> administration; but, angry with the reception we
had met with from the English, he replied he could not give him any
thing. Nevertheless, several French officers, who, like ourselves, had
remained at Senegal, each day received their rations, or, which was
better, were admitted to the table of M. D&mdash;&mdash;, with whom also the
governor, his family and staff, messed. It may be remarked here, that
this same M. D&mdash;&mdash;, advanced to the governor of the forts, in provisions
and money, to the amount of 50,000 francs; and, it was the general
opinion, found means to charge cent. per cent. on these advances, as a
small perquisite for himself; moreover, he received, at the request of
the governor, the decoration of the Legion of Honour. But I return to
that which concerns myself. My father being unable to obtain any thing,
either from the governor or M. D&mdash;&mdash;, was obliged to borrow money to
enable us to subsist. We were reduced to feed on negroes food, for our
means would not allow us to purchase bread at 15 sous the pound, and
wine at 3 francs the bottle. However, we were content, and perfectly
resigned to our fate; when an English officer, Major Peddie, came and
visited us precisely at the moment we were at dinner. That gentleman,
astonished at seeing an officer of the French administration dining upon
a dish of Kouskou,<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">7</a> said to my father: "How, Mr Picard! you being in
the employment of your government, and living so meanly!" Mortified that
a stranger should have seen his misery, my father felt his tears
flowing; but, instantly collecting himself, said in a calm yet firm
tone, "Know, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span>Sir, that I blush not for my poverty, and that you have
wronged me by upbraiding me. It is true I have not food like the other
Europeans in the colony; but I do not consider myself the more
unfortunate. I have requested the man who represents my sovereign in
this country, to give me the rations to which I have a right; but he has
had the inhumanity to refuse. But what of that? I know how to submit,
and my family also." Major Peddie, at these words, touched with our
misfortunes, and vexed, doubtless, at having mortified us, though that
certainly was not his intention, bade us good bye, and retired. Early on
the morning of next day, we received a visit from M. Dubois, mayor of
the town of St Louis in Senegal. That good and virtuous magistrate told
us he had come, at the instance of the English governor, to offer us
assistance; viz. an officer's allowance, which consisted of bread, wine,
meat, sugar, coffee, &amp;c. As my father had not been able to procure any
thing from governor Schmaltz, he thought it his duty to accept that
which the English governor had so generously offered. We thanked M.
Dubois; and, in a few hours afterwards, we had plenty of provisions sent
to us.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7" class="fnanchor">7</a> Vide <a href="#NOTE_A">Note A</a>.</p></div>

<p>If my father had made himself some enemies among the authors of the
shipwreck of the Medusa, and the abandoning the raft, he was recompensed
by real good friends among the old inhabitants of Senegal, who, with
himself, deplored the fate of the unfortunate beings who were left in
the midst of the ocean. Among the numerous friends my father had, I
ought particularly to mention the families of Pellegrin, Darneville,
Lamotte, Dubois, Artigue, Feuilletaine, Labour&eacute;, Valentin,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> Debonnet,
Boucaline, Waterman, &amp;c.: And in truth all the inhabitants of Senegal,
if we except one family, were disposed to befriend us. Even the poor
negroes of the interior, after hearing of our misfortunes, came and
offered us a small share of their crop. Some gave us beans, others
brought us milk, eggs, &amp;c.; in a word, every one offered us some
assistance, after they had heard to what misery our shipwreck had
reduced us.</p>

<p>About a month after our arrival at Senegal, we went to look at the
islands of Babaguey and Safal, situated about two leagues from the town
of St Louis. The first of these islands had been given to M. Artigue,
who had cultivated it; the other had been given to my father in 1807,
and he had planted in it about one hundred thousand cotton plants, when
the capture of Senegal by the English in 1809 obliged him to abandon his
projects, and return to France.</p>

<p>Those who have seen the countries of Europe, and admired the fine soil
of France, need not expect to enjoy the same scene at Senegal. Every
where nature shows a savage and arid aspect; every where the dregs of a
desert and parched soil presents itself to the view; and it is only by
care and unremitting toil it can be made to produce any thing. All the
cotton which my father had planted in the island of Safal had been
devoured by the cattle during his absence; he found not a plant. He then
proposed to begin again his first operations. After having walked round
the island of Safal, we went to dine with M. Artigue in the island of
Babaguey, where we spent the remainder of the day, and in the evening
returned to the town of Senegal. Some days after<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> this jaunt, my father
endeavoured to find whether the plants with which the island was covered
would be useful in making potass. He arranged with a person in Senegal
to hire for him some negroes, and a canoe to gather the ashes of the
plants after they were burned. A covered gallery which we had in the
small house we inhabited, seemed convenient to hold the apparatus of our
manufacture. Here we placed our coppers. We then commenced the making of
potass, waiting for the surrender of the colony. The first essay we made
gave us hopes. Our ashes produced a potass of fine colour, and we did
not doubt of succeeding, when we should have sent a sample of it to
France. We made about four barrels, and my father sent a box of it to a
friend of his at Paris to analyze. Whilst waiting the reply of the
chemist, he hired three negroes to begin the cultivation of his island
of Safal. He went himself to direct their operations, but he fell ill of
fatigue. Fortunately his illness was not of long continuance, and in the
month of December he was perfectly recovered. At this period an English
expedition went from Senegal into the interior of Africa, commanded by
Major Peddie,<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">8</a> the gentleman who had given so great assistance to the
unfortunates of the Medusa. That worthy philanthropic Englishman died
soon after his departure; we sincerely lamented him.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8" class="fnanchor">8</a> Vide <a href="#NOTE_B">Note B</a>.</p></div>

<p>On the 1st of January 1817, the colony of Senegal was surrendered to the
French. The English left it, some for Great Britain, others for <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span>Sierra
Leone and the Cape of Good Hope; and France entered into all her
possessions on the west coast of Africa. We remained yet a month in our
first house; at last we procured one much larger. My father then
commenced his functions of attorney, and we at last began to receive
provisions from the French government. The house in which we lived was
very large; but the employment which my father followed was very
incompatible with the tranquillity we desired. To remove us from the
noise and tumultuous conversations of the people who perpetually came to
the office, we had a small hut of reeds constructed for us in the midst
of our garden, which was very large. Here my sister, my cousin, and
myself, passed the greater part of the day. From that time we began to
see a little of the world, and to return unavoidable visits. Every
Sunday the family went to the island of Safal, where we very agreeably
spent the day; for that day seemed as short in the country, as the six
other days of the week were long and listless at Senegal. That country
was so little calculated for people of our age, that we continually
teazed our father to return with us to France. But as he had great
expectations from the manufacture of potass, he made us stay, as we
would be of great service to him in the end, for superintending the
works of that manufacture.</p>

<p>It is now time to give a brief description of Senegal and its environs,
to enable the reader better to appreciate that which I have to say in
the sequel.</p>

<p>Travellers who have written about Africa, have given too magnificent a
picture of that country<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> known by the name of Senegal. Apparently, after
the fatigues of a long and tedious journey, they have been charmed with
the first fresh spot where they could repose. That first impression has
all the force of reality to the superficial observer; but if he remain
any time, the illusion vanishes, and Senegal appears what it really
is&mdash;a parched and barren country, destitute of the most necessary
vegetables for the nourishment and preservation of the health of man.</p>

<p>The town of St Louis, which is also called Senegal, because it is the
head-quarters of the French establishments on that coast, is built upon
a small island or a bank of sand, formed in the midst of the river
Senegal, at about two leagues from its mouth. It is two thousand toises
in length, and three hundred in breadth. The native inhabitants of the
country call it Ndar, and Ba-Fing, or Black River, the river which
waters it. The last name corresponds to that of Niger, which ancient
geographers have given to that river.</p>

<p>The population of St Louis is about ten thousand souls, five hundred of
whom are Europeans, two thousand negroes or free mulattoes, and nearly
seven thousand five hundred slaves. There are about one hundred and
fifty houses in St Louis inhabited by Europeans; the remainder consists
of simple squares, or huts of straw, which a slight flame would cause to
vanish in a moment, as well as all the houses of brick which are near
them. The streets are spacious, but not paved. The greater part are so
completely filled with sand, which the winds and hurricanes bring from
the deserts of Sahara, that it is nearly impossible to walk along them
when the winds are blowing.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> That fine and burning sand so impregnates
the air, that it is inhaled, and swallowed with the food; in short, it
penetrates every thing. The narrow and little frequented streets are
often blocked up. Some of the houses are fine enough; they have but one
story. Some have covered galleries; but in general the roofs are in the
Oriental fashion, in the form of a terrace.</p>

<p>The gardens of Senegal, though their plants have been much praised, are
nevertheless few in number, and in very bad condition. The whole of
their cultivation is limited to some bad cabbages, devoured by the
insects, a plot of bitter radishes, and two or three beds of salad,
withered before it is fit for use; but these vegetables, it must be
said, are very exquisite, because there are none better. The governor's
garden, however, is stocked with various plants, such as cucumbers,
melons, carrots, Indian pinks, some plants of barren ananas, and some
marigolds. There are also in the garden three date trees, a small vine
arbour, and some young American and Indian plants. But these do not
thrive, as much on account of the poverty of the soil, as the hot winds
of the Desert, which wither them. Some, nevertheless, are vigorous, from
being sheltered by walls, and frequently watered.</p>

<p>Five or six trees, somewhat bushy (island fig-trees), are planted here
and there in the streets, where may be seen also four or five baobabs,
the leaves of which are devoured by the negroes before they are fully
blown,<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">9</a> and a palm of the spe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span>cies of Ronn, which serves as a
signal-post for ships at sea.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9" class="fnanchor">9</a> The negroes use the leaves of the Baobab as gluten, prepare
their Kouskou, (a kind of pulp).</p></div>

<p>A league and a half from the island of St Louis, is situated the island
of Babaguey. It is almost entirely cultivated, but the soil is so arid
that it will scarcely grow any thing but cotton. There is a military
station on this island, and a signal-post. MM. Artigue and Gansfort each
have a small dwelling here. The house, built in the European manner,
which is there seen, serves to hold the soldiers, and to accommodate the
officers of Senegal on their parties of pleasure.</p>

<p>The island of Safal is situated to the east of Babaguey, and is
separated from it by an arm of the river. This was the asylum which we
chose in the end to withdraw from misery, as will be seen in the sequel.</p>

<p>To the east of the island of Safal, is situated the large island of
Bokos, the fertility of which is very superior to the three preceding.
Here are seen large fields of millet, maize, cotton, and indigo, of the
best quality. The negroes have established large villages here, the
inhabitants of which live in happy ease.</p>

<p>To the north of these islands, and to the east of Senegal, is the island
of Sor, where resides a kind of Black Prince, called by the French Jean
Bart. The general aspect of this island is arid, but there are places
susceptible of being made into large plantations. M. Valentin, merchant
at St Louis, has already planted several thousand feet of cotton, which
is in a thriving condition. But that island being very much exposed to
the incursions<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> of the Moors of the Desert, it would perhaps be
imprudent to live in it.</p>

<p>A multitude of other islands, formed by the encroachments of the river
upon the mainland, border on those of which I have already spoken,
several leagues distant to the north and east. They are principally
covered with marshes, which it would be difficult to drain. In these
islands grows the patriarch of vegetables described by the celebrated
Adanson, under the name of Baobab,<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">10</a> the circumference of which is
often found to be above one hundred feet.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10" class="fnanchor">10</a> Vide <a href="#NOTE_C">Note C</a>.</p></div>

<p>Several other islands, more or less extended than the preceding, rise
above the river near to St Louis, as far as Podor; the greater part of
which are not inhabited, although their soil is as fertile as those near
Senegal. This indifference of the negroes in cultivating these islands,
is explained by the influence which the Moors of the Desert of Sahara
are permitted to have over all the country bordering upon Senegal, the
inhabitants of which they carry off to sell to the slave merchants of
the island of St Louis. It is not to be doubted, that the abolition of
the slave trade, and the acquisition which the French have made in the
country of Dagama, will soon destroy the preponderance of the barbarians
of the Desert upon the banks of the Senegal; and that things being
placed on their former footing, the negroes established in the French
colonies will be permitted to enjoy in peace the fields which they have
planted.</p>

<p>Among all the islands, Tolde, which is about two leagues in
circumference, seems to be the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span>most convenient for a military and
agricultural station. The fertility of its soil, and its being situated
between the two principal points where the gum trade is carried on,
gives it the triple advantage of being able to maintain the garrison
which is placed upon it, of protecting the trade and navigation of the
river, and of preventing the Moors from driving away the negroes from
their peaceful habitations. Plantations have already been made in the
island of Tolde, of coffee, sugar-canes, indigo, and cotton, which have
perfectly succeeded. M. Richard, agricultural botanist to the
government, has placed there a general nursery for the French
establishments. Three leagues from the island of Tolde, farther up the
river, is the village of Dagama, situated upon the left bank of the
river, and at the extremity of the kingdom of Brak, or of Walo. In that
village, the French have already planted several batteries, where begin
their agricultural establishments, which end about six leagues from the
island of St Louis. A large portion of that ground has been given to the
French planters, who have planted cotton upon it of the best kind, which
promises to be a branch of lucrative commerce to France. Here is placed
the plantation of M. Boucaline, as being the largest and best
cultivated, the king having given him a premium of encouragement of
10,000 franks. A little distant from the plantation of Boucaline are the
grounds of the royal grant, covered with more than ten thousand feet of
cotton. This beautiful plantation, established by the care of M. Roger,
now governor of Senegal, is at present directed by M. Rougemont with a
zeal above all praise.</p>

<p>Near to the village of Dagama, up the river, is<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> the island of Morfil,
which is not less than fifty leagues from east to west, and about eight
or ten in breadth. The negroes of the republic of Peules cultivate great
quantities of millet, maize, indigo, cotton, and tobacco. The country of
the Peules negroes extends about one hundred and twenty leagues, by
thirty in breadth. It is a portion of the ancient empire of the negro
Wolofs, which, in former times, comprehended all the countries situated
between the rivers Senegal and Gambia. The country of the Peules is
watered by a branch of the Senegal, which they call Morfil; and, like
Lower Egypt, owes its extreme fertility to its annual overflowing. The
surprising abundance of their harvests, which are twice a year, makes it
considered as the granary of Senegal. Here are to be seen immense fields
finely cultivated, extensive forests producing the rarest and finest
kinds of trees, and a prodigious diversity of plants and shrubs fit for
dying and medicine.</p>

<p>To the east of the Peules is the country of Galam,<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">11</a> or Kayaga,
situated two hundred leagues from the island of St Louis. The French
have an establishment in the village of Baquel. This country, from its
being a little elevated, enjoys at all times a temperature sufficiently
cool and healthful. Its soil is considered susceptible of every species
of cultivation: the mines of gold and silver, which border upon it,
promise one day to rival the richest in the possession of Spain in the
New World. This conjecture is sufficiently justified by the reports sent
to Europe by the agents of the African and Indian Companies, and
particularly by M. de <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span>Buffon, who, in a MS. deposited in the archives
of the colonies, thus expresses himself:&mdash;"It is certain that there are
found in the sand of the rivers (in the country of Galam) various
precious stones, such as rubies, topazes, sapphires, and perhaps some
diamonds; and there are in the mountains veins of gold and silver." Two
productions, not less estimable perhaps than gold and silver, are
indigenous to this fine country, and increase in the most prodigious
manner there; viz. the Lotus, or bread-tree, of the ancients, spoken of
by Pliny, and the Shea, or butter-tree,<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">12</a> of which the English
traveller Mungo Park has given a description.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11" class="fnanchor">11</a> Vide <a href="#NOTE_D">Note D</a>.</p></div>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12" class="fnanchor">12</a> Vide <a href="#NOTE_E">Note E</a>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span></p></div>



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<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE SICKNESS AND DEATH OF MADAME PICARD BREAK IN UPON THE
HAPPINESS OF THE FAMILY&mdash;M. PICARD TURNS HIS VIEWS TO
COMMERCE&mdash;BAD SUCCESS OF HIS ENTERPRISE&mdash;THE DISTRACTED AFFAIRS
OF THE COLONY DISGUST HIM&mdash;THE CULTIVATION OF THE ISLAND OF
SAFAL&mdash;SEVERAL MERCHANTS PROTEST AGAINST M. PICARD APPLYING
HIMSELF TO COMMERCE&mdash;DEPARTURE OF THE EXPEDITION TO THE ISLAND OF
GALAM&mdash;M. PICARD IS DEPRIVED OF HIS EMPLOYMENT AS ATTORNEY&mdash;HIS
ELDEST DAUGHTER GOES TO LIVE IN THE ISLAND OF SAFAL WITH TWO OF
HER BROTHERS.</p>


<p>We were happy enough, at least content, at Senegal, until the sickness
of my stepmother broke in upon the repose we enjoyed. Towards the middle
of July 1817, she fell dangerously ill; all the symptoms of a malignant
fever appeared in her; and in spite of all the assistance of art and the
care we bestowed upon her, she died in the beginning of November of the
same year. Her loss plunged us all into the deepest affliction. My
father was inconsolable. From that melancholy pe<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>riod, there was no
happiness for our unfortunate family: chagrin, sickness, enemies, all
seemed to conspire against us. A short while after her death my father
received a letter from the chemist at Paris, informing him that the
sample of potass which he had sent to France was nothing but marine
salt, and some particles of potass and saltpetre. This news, although
disagreeable, did not affect us, because we had still greater
misfortunes to deplore. About the end of the year, my father finding his
employment would scarcely enable him to support his numerous family,
turned his attention to commerce, hoping thus to do some good, as he
intended to send me to look after the family, and to take charge of the
new improvements in the island, which had become very dear to him from
the time he had deposited in it the mortal remains of his wife and his
youngest child. For the better success of his project, he went into
co-partnery with a certain personage in the colony; but instead of
benefiting his speculations, as he had flattered himself, it proved
nothing but loss. Besides he was cheated in an unworthy manner by the
people in whom he had placed his confidence; and as he was prohibited by
the French authorities from trafficking, he could not plead his own
defence, nor get an account of the merchandise of which they had
defrauded him. Some time after he had sustained this loss, he bought a
large boat, which he refitted at a considerable expense. He made the
purchase in the hope of being able to traffic with the Portuguese of the
island of Cape Verd, but in vain; the governor of the colony prohibited
him from all communication with these islands.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p>

<p>Such were the first misfortunes which we experienced at Senegal, and
which were only the precursors of still greater to come.</p>

<p>Besides all these, my father had much trouble and vexation to endure in
the employment he followed. The bad state of the affairs of the colony,
the poverty of the greater part of its inhabitants, occasioned to him
all sorts of contradictions and disagreements. Debts were not paid, the
ready money sales did not go off; processes multiplied in a frightful
manner; every day creditors came to the office soliciting actions
against their debtors; in a word, he was in a state of perpetual torment
either with his own personal matters, or with those of others. However,
as he hoped soon to be at the head of the agricultural establishment
projected at Senegal, he supported his difficulties with great courage.</p>

<p>In the expedition which was to have taken place in 1815, the Count
Trigant de Beaumont, whom the king had appointed governor of Senegal,
had promised my father to reinstate him in the rank of captain of
infantry, which he had held before the Revolution, and after that to
appoint him to the command of the counting-house of Galam, dependent
upon the government of Senegal. In 1816, my father again left Paris with
that hope, for the employment of attorney did not suit his disposition,
which was peaceable and honest. He had the first gift of the documents
concerning the countries where they were to found the agricultural
establishments in Africa, and had proposed plans which were accepted of
at the time by the President of the Council of State, and by the
Minister of Marine, for the colonization of Senegal; but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> the
unfortunate events of 1815 having overturned every thing, another
governor was nominated for that colony in place of Count Trigant de
Beaumont. All his plans and proposed projects were instantly altered for
the purpose of giving them the appearance of novelty; and my father
found himself in a situation to apply these lines of Virgil to himself.</p>

<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Hos ego versiculos feci, tulit alter honores."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These lines I made, another has the praise.<br /></span>
</div></div>

<p>At first the new governor (M. Schmaltz) was almost disposed to employ my
father in the direction of the Agricultural Establishment of Senegal;
but he allowed himself to be circumvented by certain people, to whom my
father had perhaps spoken too much truth. He thought no more of him, and
we were set up as a mark of every kind of obloquy.</p>

<p>Finding then that he could no longer reckon upon the promises which had
been made to him on the subject of the plans which he had proposed for
the colony of Senegal, my father turned his attention to the island of
Safal, which seemed to promise a little fortune for himself and family.
He doubled the number of his labouring negroes, and appointed a black
overseer for superintending his work.</p>

<p>In the beginning of 1818, we believed our cotton crop would make us
amends for the loss which we had sustained at various times. All our
plants were in the most thriving condition, and promised an abundant
harvest. We had also sown maize, millet, and some country beans, which
looked equally well.</p>

<p>At this period, M. Schmaltz was recalled to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> France. M. Flauriau
succeeded him; but the nomination of the new governor did not alleviate
our condition. Every Sunday my father went to visit his plantation, and
to give directions for the labours of the week. He had built a large hut
for the overseer, upon the top of a little hill, which was almost
exactly in the centre of the island. It was at a little distance from
the small house which he had raised as a tomb, to receive the remains of
his wife and child, whom he had at first buried in a place to the south
of the cotton field. He surrounded the monument of his sorrow with a
kind of evergreen bean tree, which soon crept over the grave, and
entirely concealed it from the view. This little grove of verdure
attracted, by the freshness of its foliage, a multitude of birds, and
served them for a retreat. My father never left this place but he was
more tranquil, and less affected with his misfortunes.</p>

<p>Towards the middle of April, seeing his plants had produced less cotton
than he expected, and that the hot winds and grasshoppers had made great
havock in his plantations, my father decided to leave upon it but one
old negro, for superintending the day-labourers, whom he had reduced to
four. In the mean time, we learned that some merchants, settled at
Senegal, had written to France against my father. They complained that
he had not employed sufficient severity against some unfortunate persons
who had not been able to pay their debts; and they exclaimed against
some miserable speculations which he had made in the country of Fouta
Toro, for procuring grain necessary for the support of his negroes.</p>

<p>The expedition to Galam making preparations<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> for its departure,<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">13</a> my
father, in spite of the insinuations of some merchants of the colony,
was desirous also of trying his fortune. He associated himself with a
person who was to make the voyage; he bought European goods, and
refitted his boat, which again occasioned him loss. Towards the middle
of August 1818, the expedition set off. A month after its departure, my
cousin, whom the country had considerably affected, returned to France,
to our great regret. My sister and myself found ourselves the only
society to enable us to support our sorrows; however, as we hoped to
return to France in a few years, we overcame our disappointment. We had
already in some degree recovered our tranquillity, in spite of all our
misfortunes and the solitude in which we lived, when my father received
a letter from the governor of the colony, announcing to him, that, by
the decision of the Minister of Marine, a new attorney had come to
Senegal, and enjoining him at the same time to place the papers of the
office in the hands of his successor.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13" class="fnanchor">13</a> The voyage from Senegal to the country of Galam is made
but once a year, because it is necessary to take advantage of the
overflowing of the river, either in coming or going. The merchant boats
which are destined to make the voyage, look like a fleet, and depart in
the middle of August, under escort of a king's ship, commissioned to pay
the droits and customs to the Negro princes of the interior, with whom
that colony is connected.</p></div>

<p>Such a circumstance could not fail to affect us much; for the few
resources we possessed made us anticipate an event almost as horrible as
the shipwreck, which exposed our family to all the horrors of want in
the boundless deserts of Sahara. My father, however, having nothing with
which <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>he could reproach himself, courageously supported this new
misfortune, hoping sooner or later to be able to unmask those who had
urged his ruin. He wrote a letter to his Excellency the Minister of
Marine, in which he detailed the affairs of the office of the colony,
the regularity of the accounts, the unfortunate condition to which his
numerous family were reduced by the loss of his employment, and
concluded with these words:&mdash;"Broken without being heard, at the end of
twenty-nine years of faithful service, but too proud to make me afraid
of a disgrace which cannot but be honourable to me, especially as it has
its source in those philanthropic principles which I manifested in the
abandoning of the raft of the Medusa, I resign myself in silence to my
destiny."</p>

<p>This letter, full of energy, although a little too firm, failed not to
affect the feeling heart of the Minister of Marine, who wrote to the
governor of Senegal to give my father some employment in the
administration of the colony. But that order had either remained too
long in the office of the minister, or the governor of Senegal had
judged it proper not to communicate the good news to us, as we did not
hear of the order of the minister till after the death of my father,
nearly fifteen months after its date.</p>

<p>When my father had rendered his accounts, and installed his successor
into the colony's office, he told me it would be quite necessary to
think of returning into his island of Safal, to cultivate it ourselves.
He persuaded me that our plantation suffered solely from the want of our
personal care, and that the happiness and tranquillity of a country life
would soon make us forget our enemies and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> our sufferings. It was then
decided that I should set off on the morrow, with two of my brothers, to
go and cultivate the cotton at the plantation. We took our little
shallop, and two negro sailors, and, by daybreak, were upon the river,
leaving at Senegal my father, my sister Caroline, and the youngest of
our brothers and sisters.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">MISS PICARD LIVES IN THE ISLAND OF SAFAL&mdash;HER MANNER OF
LIVING&mdash;SUFFERINGS SHE ENDURED&mdash;SHE GATHERS FLOWERS WHICH CONTAIN
A DELETERIOUS POISON&mdash;HER TWO BROTHERS FALL SICK&mdash;THEY ARE
CONVEYED TO SENEGAL&mdash;MISS PICARD OVERCOME WITH MELANCHOLY ALSO
FALLS SICK&mdash;STATE IN WHICH SHE IS FOUND&mdash;A NEGRO BOILS FOR HER AN
OLD VULTURE&mdash;RETURN OF MISS PICARD TO SENEGAL&mdash;HER
CONVALESCENCE&mdash;HER RETURN TO THE ISLAND OF SAFAL&mdash;M. PICARD GOES
THERE TO LIVE WITH ALL HIS FAMILY&mdash;DESCRIPTION OF THE FURNITURE
OF THE AFRICAN COTTAGE&mdash;COUNTRY LIFE&mdash;COMFORT OF THEIR
FIRESIDE&mdash;WALKS OF THE FAMILY&mdash;LITTLE PLEASURES WHICH THEY ENJOY.</p>


<p>For the space of two months I endured, as did my little brothers, the
beams of a burning sun, the irritations of insects and thorns, and the
want of that food to which we had been accustomed. I suffered during all
the day from a severe <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;headach&quot; changed to &quot;headache&quot;">headache</span>; but I collected from the ground which
belonged to us the cotton, on which were founded all our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> hopes. At
night my two young brothers and myself retired into the cottage, which
we used in the island; the working negroes brought the cotton we had
collected during the day; after which I set about preparing supper. The
children, accompanied by the old negro Etienne (the keeper of the
plantation), went and picked up some branches of dry wood. We lighted a
large fire in the middle of the hut, and I kneaded the cakes of millet
flour which were to be our supper, as well as what was to supply us next
day. My paste being prepared, I laid each cake upon the fire which the
children had lighted. Often, and especially when we were very hungry, I
placed them on a shovel of iron which I set upon the fire. This quick
mode of proceeding procured us millet-bread in less than half an hour;
but it must be confessed that this species of wafers or cakes, though
well enough prepared and baked, was far from having the taste of those
we eat at Paris. However, to make them more palatable, I added butter
when I had it, or we ate them with some sour milk. With the first dish
was served up at the same time the dessert, which stood in place of
dainties, of roast meat and salad; it generally consisted of boiled
beans, or roasted pistachio nuts. On festival days, being those when my
father came to see us, we forgot our bad fare in eating the sweet bread
he brought with him from Senegal.</p>

<p>In the month of December 1818, having gone one morning with my brothers
to take a walk among the woods behind our cottage, I found a tree
covered with blossoms as white as snow, and which had a delicious smell.
We gathered a great quantity of them, which we carried home; but these<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span>
flowers, as we afterwards found by sad experience, contained a
deleterious poison. Their strong and pungent odour caused violent pains
in the head, forerunners of a malignant fever, which brought us within
two steps of the grave. Two days after my young brothers were seized;
fortunately my father arrived on the following day, and removed them to
Senegal.</p>

<p>Now then I was alone with my old negro Etienne in the island of Safal,
far from my family, isolated in the midst of a desert island, in which
the birds, the wolves, and the tigers, composed the sole population. I
gave free course to my tears and sorrows. The civilized world, said I to
myself, is far from me, an immense river separates me from my friends.
Alas! what comfort can I find in this frightful solitude? What can I do
upon this wretched earth? But although I had said I was unfortunate, was
I not necessary to my unhappy father? Had I not promised to assist him
in the education of his children, whom cruel death had deprived of their
mother? Yes! yes! I was too sensible my life was yet necessary. Engaged
in these melancholy reflections, I fell into a depression of mind which
it would be difficult to describe. Next morning the tumult of my
thoughts led me to the banks of the river, where the preceding evening I
had seen the canoe carry away my father and my young brothers. There I
fixed my humid eyes upon the expanse of water without seeing any thing
but a horrible immensity; then, as recovered from my sorrow, I turned to
the neighbouring fields to greet the flowers and plants which the sun
was just beginning to gild. They were my friends, my companions; they
alone<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> could yet alleviate my melancholy, and render my loneliness
supportable. At last the star of day arising above the horizon,
admonished me to resume my labours.</p>

<p>Having returned to the cottage, I went to the harvest with Etienne. For
the space of two days, I continued at my accustomed occupation, but on
the morning of the third, on returning from the plantation to the house,
I felt myself suddenly seized with a violent pain in my head. As soon as
I reached home I lay down. On the morning I found myself unable to rise
out of bed; a burning fever had manifested itself during the night, and
even deprived me of the hope of being able to return to Senegal.</p>

<p>I was incapable of doing any thing. The good Etienne, touched with my
condition, took his fowling-piece, and went into the neighbouring woods,
to endeavour to shoot me some game. An old vulture was the only produce
of the chase. He brought it to me, and, in spite of the repugnance I
expressed for that species of bird, he persisted in boiling some of it
for me. In about an hour afterwards, he presented me with a bowl of that
African broth; but I found it so bitter, I could not swallow it. I felt
myself getting worse, and every moment seemed to be the last of life. At
last, about noon, having collected all my remaining strength, I wrote to
my father the distressed state I was in; Etienne took the charge of
carrying my letter, and left me alone in the midst of our island. At
night I experienced a great increase of fever; my strength abandoned me
entirely; I was unable to shut the door of the house in which I lay. I
was far from my family;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> no human being dwelt in the island; no person
witnessed my sufferings; I fell into a state of utter unconsciousness,
and I knew not what I did during the remainder of the night. On the
following morning, having recovered from my insensibility, I heard some
person near me utter sorrowful cries; it was my good sister Caroline. I
opened my eyes, and, to my astonishment, found myself at Senegal,
surrounded by my afflicted family. I felt as if I had returned from the
other world. My father had set off on the instant he received my letter,
with Etienne to the island, and, finding me delirious, took me to
Senegal without my being conscious of it. Recovering by degrees from my
confusion, I was desirous of seeing my brothers, who had been attacked
the same way as myself. Our house looked like an hospital. Here a dying
child wished them to take away the monster he imagined he saw before his
bed; there another demanded something to drink, then, refusing to take
the medicines which were offered to him, filled the house with his
groans; at a distance my feeble voice was heard asking something to
quench the thirst which consumed me.</p>

<p>However, the unremitting care we received, as well as the generous
medicine of M. Quincey, with the tender concern of my father and my
sister Caroline, soon placed us out of danger. I then understood that
the flowers I had had the imprudence to collect in the wood of Safal,
had been the principal cause of my illness, as well as that of my
brothers. In the meanwhile, my father built two new huts in the island,
with the intention of going and living there with all his family.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> But,
as his affairs kept him yet some days at Senegal, he was prevented from
returning to Safal with the children to continue the collecting of
cotton. On the morrow, we all three set off. When we had arrived upon
the Marigot, in the island of Babaguey, we hailed the keeper of our
island to come and take us over in his canoe. In the mean time I amused
myself in looking at our habitation, which seemed to be very much
embellished since my departure, as it had been augmented with two new
cottages. I discovered the country to be much greener since I last saw
it; in a word, all nature seemed smiling and beautiful. At last Etienne,
to whom we had been calling for a quarter of an hour, arrived with his
canoe, into which we stepped, and soon were again in the island of
Safal.</p>

<p>Arrived at my cottage, I began to examine all the changes my father had
made during my illness. The small cottage situated to the west, I chose
as my sleeping apartment. It was well made with straw and reeds yet
green, and the window, whence was seen the cotton-field, was of the
greatest advantage to me. I began to clean the floor of our apartments,
which was nothing else than sand, among which were various roots and
blades of grass. After that I went to visit the little poultry yard,
where I found two ducks and some hens placed there a short while before.
I was very glad of these little arrangements; and returned to the
principal cottage to prepare breakfast. After this we betook ourselves
to the business of cotton gathering.</p>

<p>Eight days had already elapsed since our return to the island of Safal,
when one morning we per<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span>ceived our shallop upon the river, which we
always knew by a signal placed upon the mast-head. It was my father, who
brought twelve negroes with him, which he had hired at Senegal, for
assisting him in the cultivation of his island. The men were instantly
set to break up the soil; the women and children assisted us in
gathering cotton. My father then dismissed the negroes, who worked by
the day, as he had to come and go to Senegal, where the urgency of his
business yet required his presence.</p>

<p>I remained a long while without seeing him; but, at the end of eight
days, I was agreeably surprised at finding our boat in the little bay of
Babaguey. I ran with the family negroes to disembark our effects, and I
soon had the pleasure of holding my sister Caroline in my arms. My
father came on shore afterwards with the youngest children, and all the
family found themselves united under the roof of the African Cottage, in
the island of Safal. "You see, my child," said my father to me on
entering our huts, "you see all our riches! we have neither moveables
nor house at Senegal; every thing we can claim as our own is here." I
embraced my father, and my brothers and sisters, and then went to unload
our boat. Our house was soon filled. It served at once for a cellar,
granary, store-house, a parlour, and bed-chamber. However, we found a
place for every thing. Next day we began to fit them up more
commodiously. My sister and myself lived in the small house to the west;
my father took up his residence in that towards the east; and the large
hut in the centre was the place where the children slept. Round about
the last we sus<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span>pended some boards by cords, to hold our dishes and
various kitchen utensils. A table, two benches, some chairs, a large
couch, some old barrels, a mill to grind the cotton, implements of
husbandry, constituted the furniture of that cottage. Nevertheless, in
spite of its humbleness, the sun came and gilded our roofs of straw and
reeds. My father fitted up his cottage as a study. Here were boards
suspended by small cords, upon which his books and papers were arranged
with the greatest order;&mdash;there a fir board, supported by four feet,
driven into the ground, served as a desk; at a distance stood his gun,
his pistols, his sword, his clarionet, and some mathematical
instruments. A chair, a small couch, a pitcher, and a cup, formed his
little furniture.</p>

<p>Our cottage was situated on the top of a little hill of gentle ascent.
Forests of mangrove-trees, gum-trees, tamarind-trees, sheltered us on
the west, the north, and the east. To the south was situated the
plantation which we called South-field. This field was already covered
with about three hundred thousand feet of cotton, a third of which had
nearly begun to be productive. Upon the banks of the river, and to the
west of the cotton field, was situated our garden; finally, to the south
of the plain, were our fields of maize, beans, and millet.</p>

<p>Our little republic, to which my father gave laws, was governed in the
following manner:&mdash;We usually rose about day-break, and met altogether
in the large cottage. After having embraced our father, we fell upon our
knees to return thanks to the Supreme Being for the gift of ano<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span>ther
day. That finished, my father led the negroes to their work, during
which my sister and myself arranged the family affairs, and prepared
breakfast, when, about eight o'clock, he returned to the cottage.
Breakfast being over, each took his little bag, and went and gathered
cotton. About noon, as the heat became insupportable, all returned to
the cottage, and worked at different employments. I was principally
charged with the education of my young brothers and sisters, and the
young negroes of the family. Round my little hut were suspended various
pictures for study, upon which I taught them to read according to the
method of mutual assistance. A bed of sand, smoothed upon a small bench,
served the younger ones to trace and understand the letters of the
alphabet: the others wrote upon slates. We bestowed nearly two hours
upon each exercise, and then my scholars amused themselves at different
games. At three o'clock, all returned to the cotton field, and remained
till five. Dinner, which we usually had at six, was followed by a little
family conversation, in which the children were interrogated concerning
what they had been taught during the day. When I was well pleased with
them, I promised them a story, or a fable, in the evening. Sometimes
after dinner, we went to take a short walk on the banks of the river;
then returned to the cottage, where Etienne had had the care of lighting
a large fire, the heat of which forced the musquitoes and gnats to yield
their place to the little circle which our family made round the hearth.
Then my sister Caroline and myself related some fables to the children,
or read them a lesson from the Evangelists or the Bible;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span> whilst my
father smoked his pipe, amusing himself by contemplating all his family
around him. The hour of going to bed being arrived, we made a common
prayer, after which all retired to their separate huts to sleep.</p>

<p>Thus did our days glide away amid the occupations of the fields and the
recreations of the family. On Sundays, our labours were suspended.
Sometimes to spend the day more agreeably, and avoid the molestations of
the hunters, who often came to our island, we went to the island of
Bokos, situated to the east of Safal. On reaching it, we seated
ourselves under a large baobab, which was more than thirty feet in
circumference. After having finished our humble repast under the umbrage
of that wonderful tree, my father would go and amuse himself with the
chase; my sister Caroline and myself went to search for rare plants, to
assist our studies in botany; whilst the children hunted butterflies and
other insects. Charles, the eldest of the boys, swam like a fish; and,
when my father shot a duck or <i>aigrette</i> upon the water, he would
instantly throw himself in, and fetch the game. At other times he would
climb to the top of the trees to rob the birds, or bury himself in the
midst of bushes to gather the fruits of the country, then ran, all
breathless and delighted, to present us with his discovery. We would
remain in the island till nearly four in the afternoon, then return to
our boat, and our negroes rowed us to our island.</p>

<p>During the time of the greatest heats, for we could not long endure the
rays of the sun, we passed a part of the Sunday under a very bushy
tamarind-tree, which stood at a little distance from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> our cottage. Thus,
in the good old times, did the lords, barons, and marquises gather
themselves under the old elms of the village, to discuss the concerns of
their vassals; in like manner did my father collect us under the
tamarind-tree to regulate the affairs of his republic, and also to enjoy
the landscapes which our island afforded. We sometimes took our meals
there, and on those occasions the ground served us at once for table,
table-cloth, and seat. The children gamboled on the grass, and played a
thousand tricks to amuse us. We now began to discover that every
condition of life had its own peculiar enjoyments. If the labours of the
week seemed long and laborious, the Sabbath recompensed us by our
country recreations. We lived thus for some time in the greatest
tranquillity. Shut up in a desert island, from all society, we ventured
to think we had discovered the condition of real happiness.</p>

<p>Every Wednesday we sent two negroes to the village of Gandiolle, to
purchase provisions, such as butter, milk, eggs, &amp;c. One day, however,
my father resolved to purchase a cow and thirty fowls, that we might
have in our island all the little necessaries used by a family. Our
poultry yard being thus augmented, we looked upon ourselves as great as
the richest princes in Africa; and in truth, since we had a cottage,
milk, butter, eggs, maize, millet, cotton, tranquillity and health, what
more was necessary for our comfort?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span></p>



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<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">FRESH MISFORTUNES&mdash;DESERTION OF THE WORKING NEGROES&mdash;RETURN OF M.
SCHMALTZ TO SENEGAL&mdash;HOPE DESTROYED&mdash;GOVERNOR SCHMALTZ REFUSES
ALL KIND OF ASSISTANCE TO THE PICARD FAMILY&mdash;TIGERS DEVOUR THE
HOUSEHOLD DOG&mdash;TERROR OF MISS PICARD&mdash;BAD HARVEST&mdash;CRUEL PROSPECT
OF THE FAMILY&mdash;INCREASE OF MISFORTUNES&mdash;SOME GENEROUS PERSONS
OFFER ASSISTANCE TO M. PICARD.</p>


<p>Whilst we were thus enjoying in peace our little good fortune, my father
received a letter, desiring him to return to Senegal in all possible
speed. He went, and left me at the head of our establishment, but a
great misfortune happened, which we could not prevent;&mdash;six of our
labouring negroes, whom he had hired, deserted during the night, and
took our small boat with them. I was extremely distressed, and instantly
made Etienne swim the river, and go and beg of the President at Babaguey
to take him to my father, who was still at Senegal, to tell him the
melancholy news. That good negro was soon on the other side of the
water, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> went to M. Lerouge (the name of the president), who gave him
his canoe. At night, we saw him returning without my father, who went
into the country to search for the fugitive negroes. He spent three
whole days in the countries of Gandiolle and Touby, which lie in the
neighbourhood of our island, but all his labour was in vain. The
deserting negroes had already gained the forests of the interior; and my
father, exhausted with fatigue, returned to Safal. I confess, though I
was deeply distressed at the desertion of these slaves, who were so
necessary to us for realizing our agricultural projects, my heart could
not blame these unfortunate creatures, who only sought to recover that
freedom from which they had been torn.</p>

<p>At this date, that is about the 1st of March 1819, we learned that M.
Schmaltz had returned from France, and was in the Bay of St Louis; and
that the Minister of Marine had approved of all the projects relative to
the agricultural establishment at Senegal. This news revived my father's
hopes. As this establishment had been originally proposed by him, he
flattered himself they would do him justice in the end. In this
expectation, he went to meet with governor Schmaltz, who had to pass our
house on the morrow; but he would not speak with him. On the following
day, my father wrote to him from the hotel at St Louis; four days after
which, we were assured that the governor was very far from wishing us
well, and still farther from doing justice to my father. However, some
of his friends encouraged him to make fresh endeavours, and persuaded
him he would obtain a premium of encouragement for having first set the
example of cultivating cotton at Sene<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span>gal; they assured him also that
funds had been sent to M. Schmaltz for that purpose. Vain hope! every
claim was rejected, we had not even the satisfaction of knowing whether
the premium which my father sought was due to him or not; we got no
reply. My father wishing to make a last attempt to ward off the misery
which menaced us, went to supplicate the governor to allow us either
money to purchase food, or rations. This last petition was not more
successful than the former. We were abandoned to our unhappy fate,
whilst more than twenty persons, who had never done any service to the
government, received gratis rations every day from the magazines of the
colony. "Very well!" said my father to me, when he found he was refused
that assistance which M. Schmaltz had ordered to the other unfortunate
persons in the colony, "let the governor be happy if he can, I will not
envy his felicity. Behold, my child, behold this roof of thatch which
covers us; see these hurdles of reeds which moulder into dust, this bed
of rashes, my body already impaired by years, and my children weeping
around me for bread! You see a perfect picture of poverty! Nevertheless,
there are yet beings upon the earth more unfortunate than we
are!"&mdash;<span title="Transcriber's Note: Quotation mark added before &quot;Alas!&quot;">"Alas</span>!" said I to him, "our misery is great; but I can support
it, and even greater, without complaining, if I saw you exposed to less
harassing cares. All your children are young, and of a good
constitution; we can endure misfortune, and even habituate ourselves to
it; but we have cause to fear that the want of wholesome and sufficient
food will make you fall, and then we shall be deprived of the only stay
we have upon earth."&mdash;"O!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> my dear child," cried my father, "you have
penetrated into the secrets of my soul, you know all my fears, and I
will no longer endeavour to conceal the sorrow which has weighed for a
long time upon my heart. However, my death may perhaps be a blessing to
my family; my bitter enemies will then doubtless cease to persecute
you."&mdash;"My father," replied I, "break not my heart; how can you,
forgetting your children, their tender affection, the assistance which
you ought to give them, and which they have a right to expect from you,
wish us to believe your death will be a benefit to us?" He was moved
with these words, and his tears flowed in abundance; then, pressing me
to his bosom, he cried, "No, no, my dear children, I will not die, but
will live to procure for you an existence more comfortable than that you
have experienced since we came to Senegal. From this moment I break
every tie which binds me to the government of this colony; I will go and
procure for you a new abode in the interior of the country of the
negroes; yes, my dear children, we will find more humanity among the
savage hordes that live in our neighbourhood, than among the greater
part of those Europeans who compose the administration of the colony."
In fact, some time after, my father obtained from the negro prince of
the province of Cayor, a grant on his estates, and we were to take
possession of it after the rainy season; but Heaven had decided
otherwise.</p>

<p>From this time, my father, always indignant at the manner in which the
governor had acted towards us, resolved to retire altogether to his
island, and to have as little intercourse with the Europeans of the
colony as he could. Nevertheless, he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> received with pleasure the friends
who from time to time came to visit us, and who sometimes carried him to
St Louis, where they disputed among themselves the pleasure of
entertaining him, and of making him forget his misfortunes by the
favours which they heaped upon him; but the mortifications he had
experienced in that town made him always impatient till he returned to
his island. One day as he returned from Senegal, after having spent two
days at the house of his friends, they lent him a negro mason to build
an oven for us; for till then we had always baked our bread upon the
embers. With this oven we were no longer obliged to eat our millet-bread
with the cinders which so plenteously stuck to it.</p>

<p>One morning, as he was preparing to take the negroes to their labour, he
perceived his dog did not follow him as usual. He called, but in vain.
Then he thought his faithful companion had crossed the river to
Babaguey, as he used to do sometimes. Arrived at the cotton-field, my
father remarked large foot-prints upon the sand, which seemed to be
those of a tiger, and beside them several drops of blood, and doubted
not that his poor Sultan had been devoured. He immediately returned to
the cottage to acquaint us with the fate of his dog, which we greatly
regretted. From that day the children were prohibited from going any
distance from home; my sister and myself durst no more walk among the
woods as we used to do.</p>

<p>Four days after the loss of the faithful Sultan, as we were going to
bed, we heard behind our cottage mewings like those of a cat, but much
louder. My father instantly rose, and, in spite of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> our entreaties and
fears, went out armed with his sword and gun, in the hope of meeting
with the animal whose frightful cries had filled us with dread; but the
ferocious beast, having heard a noise near the little hill where it was,
made a leap over his head, and disappeared in the woods. He returned, a
little frightened at the boldness and agility of the creature, and gave
up the pursuit till the following night. On the evening of the following
day, he caused some negroes to come from the island of Babaguey, whom he
joined with his own, and putting himself at their head, he thought he
would soon return with the skin of the tiger. But the carnivorous animal
did not appear during all that night; he contented himself with uttering
dismal howlings in the midst of the woods. My father being called to
Senegal by some of his friends, left us on the morrow. Before going, he
strictly enjoined us to keep fast the doors of the house, and to secure
ourselves against ferocious beasts. At night we barricadoed every avenue
to our cottage, and shut up the dog with us, which a friend of my father
had brought to him from the town to supply the place of that which we
had lost. But my sister and myself were but ill at ease; for our huts
being already decayed, we were afraid the tiger would get in, and devour
the successor of poor Sultan. However, Etienne came and quieted our
fears a little, by saying he would make the round of the huts during the
night. We then lay down, having left our lamp burning. Towards the
middle of the night, I was awoke by a hollow noise which issued from the
extremity of our large chamber. I listened attentively; and the noise
increasing, I heard our dog growling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> and also a kind of roaring like
that of a lion. Seized with the greatest terror, I awoke my sister
Caroline, who, as well as myself, thought a ferocious beast had got into
the cottage. In an instant our dog raised the most terrible barking; the
other animal replied by a hollow, but hideous growl. All this uproar
passed in my father's chamber. Our minds were paralyzed; the children
awoke, and came and precipitated themselves into our arms; but none
durst call Etienne to our assistance. At last my sister and myself
decided we should go and see what occasioned all this noise. Caroline
took the lamp in one hand, and a stick in the other, and I armed myself
with a long lance. Arrived at the middle of the large cottage, we
discovered at the end of my father's study our dog, who had seized a
large animal covered with yellowish hair. The fears which perplexed us
left us no doubt but that it was either a lion or at least a tiger. We
durst neither advance nor retreat, and our weapons fell from our hands.
In a moment these two furious creatures darted into the hut where we
were; the air was rent with their cries; our legs bent under us; we fell
upon the floor in a faint; the lamp was extinguished, and we believed we
were devoured. Etienne at length awoke, knocked at the door, then burst
it open, ran up to us, lighted the lamp, and showed us our mistake. The
supposed lion was nothing else than a large dog from the island of
Babaguey, fighting with ours. Etienne separated them with a stick; and
the furious animal, which had frightened us so much, escaped through the
same hole by which he had entered our house. We stopped up the opening
and retired to bed, but were not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> able to sleep. My father having
arrived next morning from Senegal, we recounted to him the fright we had
during the night, and he instantly set about repairing the walls of our
cottage.</p>

<p>It was now the beginning of May; our cotton harvest was completely
finished, but it was not so productive as we had hoped. The rains had
not been abundant the preceding year, which caused the deficiency in our
crop. We now became more economical than ever, to be able to pass the
bad season which had set in. We now lived entirely on the food of the
negroes; we also put on clothing more suitable to our situation than
that we had hitherto worn. A piece of coarse cotton, wrought by the
negroes, served to make us dresses, and clothes for the children; my
father was habited in coarse blue silk. On purpose to ameliorate our
condition, he sent on Sundays to Senegal a negro to purchase two or
three loaves of white bread. It was, in our melancholy condition, the
finest repast we could procure.</p>

<p>One Sunday evening, as all the family were seated round a large fire
eating some small loaves which had been brought from Senegal, a negro
from the main land gave my father a letter; it was from M. Renaud,
Surgeon-Major at Bakal in Galam, announcing to us, to complete the sum
of our misfortunes, that the merchandize he had sent to Galam the
preceding year had been entirely consumed by fire. "Now," cried my
unhappy father, "my ruin is complete! Nothing more wretched can touch
us. You see, my dear children, that Fortune has not ceased persecuting
us. We have nothing more to expect from her, since the only resource
which remained has been destroyed."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p>

<p>This new misfortune, which we little expected, plunged all our family in
the deepest distress. "What misfortunes! what mortifications!" cried I;
"it is time to quit this land of wretchedness! Leave it then, return to
France; there only we will be able to forget all our misfortunes. And
you, cruel enemies of my father, whom we have to reproach for all the
misery we have experienced in these lands, may you, in punishment for
all the evil you have done us, be tortured with the keenest remorse!"</p>

<p>It cost all the philosophy of my father to quiet our minds after the
fatal event. He comforted us by saying, that Heaven alone was just, and
that it was our duty to rely upon it. Some days after, our friends from
Senegal came to pay us a visit, and testified for us the greatest
sorrow. They agreed among themselves to engage all the Europeans in the
colony in a voluntary subscription in our behalf; but my father opposed
it by saying, he could not receive assistance from those who were so
truly his friends. The generous M. Dard, director of the French school,
was not the last nor least who took an interest in us. As soon as he
heard of the unfortunate news, he cordially offered my father all the
money he had, and even endeavoured to get provisions for us from the
government stores, but he failed. After the visit of my father's
friends, we were not so unhappy, and yet enjoyed some tranquillity in
our humble cottage. He bought a barrel of wine, and two of flour, to
support us during the rainy season or winter, a period so fatal to
Europeans who inhabit the torrid zone.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE PICARD FAMILY, TORMENTED BY THE MUSQUITOES, THE SERPENTS, AND
TIGERS, DETERMINE TO REMOVE THEIR COTTAGE TO THE BANKS OF THE
RIVER&mdash;THE POULTRY IS DISCOVERED BY THE WILD BEASTS&mdash;MISERABLE
EXISTENCE OF THAT FAMILY&mdash;HUMILIATIONS WHICH IT SUFFERED&mdash;THEIR
COTTAGE IS OVERTURNED BY A TEMPEST&mdash;THE LABOURING NEGROES FORM A
SCHEME TO DESERT.</p>


<p>It was yet but about the beginning of June 1819, and already the humid
winds of the south announced the approach of the bad season, or winter.
The whirlwinds of the north no longer brought the hot sands of the
Desert; but instead of them came the south-east, bringing clouds of
locusts, musquitoes, and gnats. We could no longer spend our twilights
at the cottage, it was so filled with these insects. We fled every
morning to escape their stings, and did not return home till overcome
with sleep. One night, on entering the hut, after a long day's work at
the cotton-field, we perceived an animal stealing among the bushes at a
soft slow pace; but having heard us, it leaped a very high hedge, and
disappeared. From its agility,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> we discovered it to be a tiger-cat,
which had been prowling about our poultry-yard, in the hope of catching
some chickens, of which these animals are very fond. The same night, my
sister and myself were awoke with a hollow noise which we heard near our
bed. Our thoughts instantly returned to the tiger-cat; we believed that
it was it we heard, and, springing up, we awoke my father. Being all
three armed, we began by looking under my bed, as the noise seemed to
proceed from the bottom of a large hole, deep under ground. We were then
convinced it was caused by a serpent, but found it impossible to get at
it. The song of this reptile so frightened us that we could sleep no
longer; however, we soon became accustomed to its invisible music, for
at short intervals we heard it all the night. Some time after the
discovery of the den of this reptile songster, my sister, going to feed
five or six pigeons which she had in a little hut, perceived a large
serpent, who seemed to have a wing on each side of his mouth. She
instantly called my father, who quickly ran to her with his gun, but the
wings which the creature seemed to have, had already disappeared. As his
belly was prodigiously swelled, my father made the negroes open it, and,
to our great surprise, found four of the pigeons of our dove-cote. The
serpent was nearly nine feet in length, and about nine inches in
circumference in the middle. After it was skinned, we gave it to the
negroes, who regaled themselves upon it. This was not the one, however,
which we had heard during the night, for in the evening on which it was
killed, we heard the whistlings of its companions. We then resolved to
look for a more comfortable place to plant our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> cottage, and to abandon
the rising ground to the serpents, and the woods to the tigers. We chose
a spot on the south side of our island, pretty near to the banks of the
river.</p>

<p>When this new ground was prepared, my father surrounded it with a hurdle
of reeds, and then transported our cottage thither. This manner of
removing from one place to another is very expeditious; in less than
three days we were fairly seated in our new abode. However, as we had
not time to carry away our poultry, we left them upon the hill till the
place we had appropriated for them was completed. It was fenced on all
sides, and covered with a large net, to prevent the birds of prey taking
away our little chickens, and we had no fear in leaving them during the
night. On the evening of the next day, my sister, accompanied with the
children, went to feed the various inhabitants of the poultry-yard; but
on approaching it she saw the frame of reeds half fallen, the net rent,
and feathers scattered here and there upon the road. Having reached the
site of our former cottage, heaps of worried ducks and chickens were the
only objects which presented themselves. She instantly sent one of the
children to acquaint us with the disaster, and my father and myself
hastened to the scene of carnage, but it was too late to take any
precautions,&mdash;all our poultry were destroyed! Two hens and a duck only
had escaped the massacre, by having squatted in the bottom of an old
barrel. We counted the dead which were left in the yard, and found that
the ferocious beasts had eat the half; about two hundred eggs of ducks
and hens, nearly hatched, were destroyed at the same time.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span></p>

<p>This was a great loss to us, especially as we counted as much upon our
poultry-yard as upon our plantation. We were obliged to resign ourselves
to our fate; for to what purpose would sorrow serve? The evil was done,
and it only remained for us to guard against the recurrence of a like
misfortune. The poultry-yard was instantly transported to our new
habitation, and we took care to surround it with thorns, to keep off the
wolves, the foxes, and the tigers. Our two hens and the duck were placed
in it till we could purchase others.</p>

<p>Our new cottage was, as I have already said, situated on the banks of
the river. A small wood of mangrove trees and acacias grew to the left,
presenting a scene sufficiently agreeable. But the marshy wood sent
forth such clouds of musquitoes, that, from the first day, we were so
persecuted, as scarcely to be able to inhabit our cottage during the
night. We were forced to betake ourselves to our canoe, and sail up and
down the river; but we were not more sheltered from the stings of the
insects than upon land. Sometimes, after a long course, we would return
to the hut, where, in spite of the heat, we would envelop ourselves in
thick woollen blankets, to pass the night; then, after being half
suffocated, we would fill the house full of smoke, or go and plunge
ourselves in the river.</p>

<p>I am bold to say, we were the most miserable creatures that ever existed
on the face of the earth. The thought of passing all the bad season in
this state of torture, made us regret a hundred times we had not
perished in the shipwreck.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> How, thought I, how is it possible to endure
the want of sleep, the stings of myriads of insects, the putrid
exhalations of marshes, the heat of the climate, the smoke of our huts,
the chagrin which consumes us, and the want of the most necessary
articles of life, without being overcome! My father, however, to prevent
us seeing the melancholy which weighed upon him, assumed a serene air,
when his soul was a prey to the most horrible anguish; but through this
pretended placidity it was easy to see the various sentiments by which
his heart was affected. Often would that good man say to us, "My
children, I am not unhappy, but I suffer to see you buried in the
deserts. If I could gather a sufficient fund to convey you to France, I
would at least have the satisfaction of thinking you there enjoyed life,
and that your youth did not pass in these solitudes far from human
society."&mdash;"How, my father," replied I to him, "how can you think we
could be happy in France, when we knew you were in misery in Africa! O,
afflict us not. You know, and we have said so a hundred times, that our
sole desire is to remain near you, to assist you to bring up our young
brothers and sisters, and to endeavour by our care to make them worthy
of all your tenderness." The good man would then fold us in his arms;
and the tears which trickled down his cheeks, for a while soothed his
sufferings.</p>

<p>Often, to divert our thoughts from the misery we endured, would we read
some of the works of our best authors. My father was usually on these
occasions the reader, whilst Caroline and myself listened. Sometimes we
would amuse ourselves with shooting the bow, and chasing the wild ducks<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>
and fowls which went about our house. In this manner we endeavoured to
dissipate in part our ennui during the day. As our cottage was situated
close to the banks of the river, we amused ourselves in fishing, whilst
the heat and the musquitoes would permit us. Caroline and our young
brothers were chiefly charged with fishing for crabs, and they always
caught sufficient to afford supper to all the family. But sometimes we
had to forego this evening's repast, for the musquitoes at that hour
were in such prodigious numbers, that it was impossible to remain more
than an instant in one place, unless we were enveloped in our coverings
of wool. But the children not having so much sense, would not allow
themselves to be thus suffocated; they could not rest in any place, and
every instant their doleful groans forced our tears of pity. O cruel
remembrance! thou makest me yet weep as I write these lines.</p>

<p>Towards the beginning of July, the rains showed us it was seed time. We
began by sowing the cotton, then the fields of millet, maize, and beans.
Early in the morning, the family went to work; some digged, others
sowed, till the fierceness of the sun forced us to retire to the
cottage, where we expected a plate of kouskous, of fish, and a little
rest. At three o'clock, we all returned to the fields, and did not leave
off working till the approach of night; then we all went home, and each
occupied himself in fishing or hunting. Whilst we were thus busied in
providing our supper, and provisions for the morrow, we sometimes would
receive a visit from the sportsmen who were returning to Senegal. Some
would feel for our misery, but many made us weep with their vulgar
af<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span>fronts. On these occasions, Caroline and myself would fly from these
disgusting beings as from the wild beasts who prowled about us.
Sometimes, to make us forget the insults and mortifications we
experienced from the negro merchants who live at Senegal, and whom
curiosity brought to our island, my father would say to us, "Wherefore,
my dears, are you distressed with the impertinences of these beings?
Only think that, in spite of your wretchedness, you are a hundred times
better than them, who are nothing more than vile traffickers in human
flesh, sons of soldiers, without manners, rich sailors, or freebooters,
without education and without country."</p>

<p>One day, a French negro merchant, whom I will not name, having crossed
the Senegal to the station of Babaguey, and seeing our cottage in the
distance, inquired to whom it belonged. He was told it was the father of
a family whom misfortune had forced to seek a refuge in that island. I
wish I could see them, said the merchant, it will be very <i>dr&ocirc;le</i>. In
fact, a short while after, we had a visit from this <i>curieux</i>, who,
after he had said all manner of impertinences to us, went to hunt in our
plantation, where he killed the only duck which we had left, and which
he had the audacity to carry away in spite of our entreaties.
Fortunately for the insolent thief, my father was absent, else he would
have avenged the death of the duck, which even the tigers had spared in
the massacre of our poultry-yard.</p>

<p>Since the commencement of winter, we had had but little rain, when one
night we were roused by a loud peal of thunder. A horrible tempest swept
over us, and the hurricane bent the trees of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> the fields. The lightning
tore up the ground, the sound of the thunder redoubled, and torrents of
water were precipitated upon our cottage. The winds roared with the
utmost fury, our roofs were swept away, our huts were blown down, and
all the waters of heaven rushed in upon us. A flood penetrated our
habitation; all our family drenched, confounded, sought refuge under the
wrecks of our walls of straw and reeds. All our effects were floating,
and hurried off by the floods which surrounded us. The whole heavens
were in a blaze; the thunderbolt burst, fell, and burned the main-mast
of the French brig Nantaise, which was anchored at a little distance
from our island. After this horrible detonation, calm was insensibly
restored, whilst the hissing of serpents and howlings of the wild beasts
were the only sounds heard around us. The insects and reptiles, creeping
out of the earth, dispersed themselves through all the places of our
cottage which water had not covered. Large beetles went buzzing on all
sides, and attached themselves to our clothes, whilst the millepedes,
lizards, and crabs of an immense size, crawled over the wrecks of our
huts. At last, about ten o'clock, nature resumed her tranquillity, the
thunder ceased to be heard, the winds instantly fell, and the air
remained calm and dull.</p>

<p>After the tempest had ceased, we endeavoured to mend our huts a little,
but we could not effect it; and were obliged to remain all day under the
wrecks of our cottage. Such, however, was the manner in which we spent
nearly all our days and nights. In reading this recital, the reader has
but a feeble idea of the privations, the sufferings, and the evils, to
which the unfortunate Picard family<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> were exposed during their stay in
the island of Safal.</p>

<p>About this time, my father was obliged to go to Senegal. During his
absence, the children discovered that the negroes who remained with us
had formed a scheme of deserting during the night. Caroline and myself
were much embarrassed and undecided what course to pursue, to prevent
their escape; at last, having well considered the matter, we thought, as
Etienne would be in the plot, we had no other means of preventing their
escape but by each of us arming ourselves with a pistol, and thus
passing the night in watching them. We bound our canoe firmly with a
chain, and seated ourselves, the better to observe their motions. About
nine in the evening, the two negroes came to the banks of the river, but
having discovered us, they feigned to fish, really holding in their
hands a small line; but on coming nearer to them, I saw they had no
hooks. I desired them to go to bed, and return on the morrow to fish.
One of them came close to our canoe, and threw himself into it, thinking
he could instantly put off; but when he found it chained, he left it
quite ashamed, and went and lay down with his comrade. I set off to look
for Etienne, whom we suspected to have been in the plot, and told him of
the design of the two negroes, and prayed him to assist us in watching
them during the night. He instantly rose, and taking my father's gun,
bade us sleep in quiet, whilst he alone would be sufficient to overcome
them; however, they made no farther attempt that night, hoping,
doubtless, to be more fortunate another time. Next day I wrote to my
father, to return to Safal before night, for that we were on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> the eve of
losing the remainder of our negroes. He returned in the evening,
resolving never again to quit our cottage. He interrogated the negroes
concerning their design of desertion, and asked them what excuse they
had to plead. "We are comfortable here," replied one of them, "but we
<span title="Transcriber's Note: Single quote deleted before &quot;are&quot;">are</span> not in our native country; our parents and friends are far from us.
We have been deprived of our liberty, and we have made, and will make
still farther efforts, for its recovery." He added, addressing himself
to my father, "If thou, Picard, my master, wert arrested when
cultivating thy fields, and carried far, far from thy family, wouldst
thou not endeavour to rejoin them, and recover thy liberty?" My father
promptly replied, "I would!" <span title="Transcriber's Note: Quotation marks added around &quot;Very well&quot; deleted before &quot;continued&quot; added before &quot;I am&quot;">"Very well," continued Nakamou, "I am</span> in
the same situation as thyself, I am the father of a numerous family; I
have yet a mother, some uncles; I love my wife, my children; and dost
thou think it wonderful I should wish to rejoin them?" My unfortunate
father, melted to tears with this speech, resolved to send them to the
person from whom he had hired them, for fear he should lose them. If he
had thought like the colonists, he would have put them in irons, and
treated them like rebels; but he was too kind-hearted to resort to such
measures. Some days after, the person to whom the negroes were sent,
brought us two others; but they were so indolent, we found it impossible
to make them work.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>



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<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">THE COLONY OF SENEGAL AT WAR WITH THE MOORS&mdash;THE PICARD FAMILY
OBLIGED TO ABANDON THE ISLAND OF SAFAL&mdash;THEY GO TO FIND A HOME AT
ST LOUIS&mdash;M. PICARD HIRES AN APARTMENT FOR HIS FAMILY, AND
RETURNS TO SAFAL WITH THE OLDEST OF HIS SONS&mdash;THE WHOLE
UNFORTUNATE FAMILY FALL SICK&mdash;RETURN OF M. PICARD TO
SENEGAL&mdash;DEATH OF YOUNG LAURA&mdash;HE WISHES TO RETURN TO HIS
ISLAND&mdash;THE CHILDREN OPPOSE IT&mdash;HE FALLS DANGEROUSLY ILL&mdash;THE
WORTHY PEOPLE OF THE COLONY ARE INDIGNANT AT THE GOVERNOR FOR THE
STATE OF MISERY IN WHICH HE HAS LEFT THE PICARD FAMILY.</p>


<p>We however continued sowing; and more than twenty-four thousand feet of
cotton had already been added to the plantation, when our labours were
stopped by war suddenly breaking out between the colony and the Moors.
We learned that a part of their troops were in the island of Bokos,
situated but a short distance from our own. It was said that the Arab
merchants and the Marabouts, (priests of the Musulmen), who usually
travel to Senegal on affairs of commerce, had been arrested by the
French soldiers. In the fear that the Moors would come to our island and
make us prisoners, we resolved to go to the head-quarters<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> of the
colony, and stay there till the war had ceased. My father caused all his
effects to be transported to the house of the resident at Babaguey,
after which we left our cottage and the island of Safal. Whilst Etienne
slowly rowed the canoe which contained our family, I ran my eye over the
places we were leaving, as if wishing them an eternal adieu. In
contemplating our poor cottage, which we had built with such difficulty,
I could not suppress my tears. All our plantations, thought I, will be
ravaged during our absence; our home will be burned; and we will lose in
an instant that which cost us two years of pain and fatigue. I was
diverted from these reflections by our canoe striking against the shore
of Babaguey. We landed there, and instantly set off to the residence of
M. Lerouge; but he was already at Senegal. We found his house filled
with soldiers, which the governor had sent to defend that position
against the Moors. My father then borrowed a little shallop to take us
to Senegal. Whilst the boat was preparing, we eat a morsel of
millet-bread I had had the precaution to make before we left Safal; at
last, at six in the evening, we embarked for St Louis, leaving our
negroes at Babaguey. My father promised to Etienne to go and rejoin him
to continue the work, if it was possible, as soon as we were in safety.</p>

<p>It was very late before we reached Senegal. As we had no lodgings, a
friend of my father, (M. Thomas) admitted us, his worthy wife loading us
with kindness. During our stay in the island of Safal, my father had
made various trips to Senegal; but as my sister and myself had not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span>
quitted it for a long time, we found ourselves in another world. The
isolated manner in which we had lived, and the misfortunes we had
endured, contributed in no small degree to give us a savage and
embarrassed appearance. Caroline especially had become so timid, she
could not be persuaded to appear in company. It is true the nakedness to
which we were reduced, a good deal caused the repugnance we felt at
seeing company. Having no cap but our hair, no clothes but a half-worn
robe of coarse silk, without stockings and shoes, we felt very
distressed in appearing thus habited before a society among whom we had
formerly held a certain rank. The good lady Thomas seeing our
embarrassment, kindly dispensed with our appearance at table, as they
had strangers in the house. She caused supper to be brought to our
chamber, under the pretext that we were indisposed. In this manner we
escaped the curious and imprudent regards of various young people, who
had not yet been tutored by the hand of misfortune. We learned that we
were known at Senegal by different names, some calling us <i>The Hermits
of the Isle of Safal</i>, others <i>The Exiles in Africa</i>.</p>

<p>On the morrow, my father hired an apartment in the house of one of his
old friends (M. Valentin.) After breakfast we thanked our hosts, and
went to our new lodging. It consisted of a large chamber, the windows of
which were under ground, filled with broken panes; thus, in the first
night, we had such a quantity of musquitoes, that we thought we were yet
in the island of Safal. On the following day, my father was desirous of
returning to his plantation. We in vain represented<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> to him the dangers
to which he exposed himself; nothing would divert him from his design.
He promised, however, to go to Safal only during the day, and to sleep
at the house of the resident at Babaguey. He told us that it was not the
war with the Moors alone which caused him to bring us to Senegal, but
also the state of suffering in which the whole family was. It is true
our strength was considerably diminished; the youngest of my brothers
had been for several days attacked with a strong fever; and we were all
slightly seized with the same disease. My father, taking our oldest
brother with him, left us for the isle of Safal, promising to come and
see us every Sunday. I went with him to the court-gate, conjuring him,
above all things, not to expose himself, and to take care of his health,
which was so precious to us. That worthy man embraced me, and bade me
fear nothing on that head, for he too well felt how necessary his life
was to his children, to expose it imprudently. "For my health," added
he, "I hope to preserve it long, unless Heaven has decided otherwise."
With these words he bid adieu, and went away; I returned to the house
and gave free vent to my tears. I know not what presentiment then seized
me, for I felt as if I had seen my father for the last time; and it was
only at the end of the third day, on receiving a letter written with his
own hand, that I could divest myself of these gloomy ideas. He told us
he was very well, and that all was quiet at Safal. On the same day I
wrote to inform him of the condition of our young brother, who was a
little better during the evening; I sent him at the same time some
loaves of new bread and three bottles of wine which a ge<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span>nerous person
had had the goodness to give us. On the following Sunday we sat waiting
his arrival, but a frightful tempest that raged during all the day,
deprived us of that pleasure; we, however, received accounts from him
every two days, which were always satisfactory.</p>

<p>About the 1st of August 1819, the best friend of my father, M. Dard,
who, from the commencement of our misfortunes, had not withheld his
helping hand from us, came to announce his approaching departure for
France, and to bid us farewell. We congratulated him on the happiness of
leaving so melancholy a place as Senegal. After we had talked some time
about our unfortunate situation, and of the little hope we had of ever
getting out of it, that sensible man, feeling his tears beginning to
flow, took leave of us, promising to visit my father in passing
Babaguey. Some days after, our young sister became dangerously ill; the
fever attacked me also; and in less than forty-eight hours all our
family were seized with the same disease. Caroline, however, had still
sufficient strength to take care of us; and, but for her assistance, we
would all perhaps have become a prey to the malady which oppressed us.
That good sister durst not acquaint my father with the deplorable
condition in which we all were; but alas! she was soon obliged to tell
him the melancholy news. I know not what passed during two days after my
sister had written my father, having been seized with delirium. When the
fit had somewhat abated, and I had recovered my senses a little, I began
to recognise the people who were about me, and I saw my father weeping
near my bed. His presence revived the little strength I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span> had still left.
I wished to speak, but my ideas were so confused that I could only
articulate a few unconnected words. I then learned, that after my father
was acquainted with our dangerous condition, he had hastened to Senegal
with my oldest brother, who also had been attacked. My father seemed to
be no better than we were; but to quiet our fears, he told us that he
attributed his indisposition to a cold he had caught from sleeping on a
bank of sand at Safal. We soon perceived that his disease was more of
the mind than of the body. I often observed him thoughtful, with a wild
and disquieted look. This good man, who had resisted with such courage
all his indignities and misfortunes, wept like a child at the sight of
his dying family.</p>

<p>Meanwhile the sickness increased every day in our family; my young
sister was worst. Dr Quincey saw her, and prescribed every remedy he
thought necessary to soothe her sufferings. During the middle of the
night she complained of a great pain in her abdomen, but, after taking
the medicine ordered her, she fell quiet, and we believed she was
asleep. Caroline, who watched us during the night in spite of her
weakness, took advantage of this supposed slumber to take a little
repose. A short while after, wishing to see if little Laura still slept,
she raised the quilt which covered her, and uttered a piercing shriek. I
awoke, and heard her say in a tremulous voice, Alas! Laura is dead. Our
weeping soon awoke our unhappy father. He rose, and, seeing the face of
the dead child, cried in wild despair: "It is then all over; my cruel
enemies have gained their victory! They have taken from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span> me the bread
which I earned with the sweat of my brow to support my children; they
have sacrificed my family to their implacable hate; let them now come
and enjoy the fruit of their malice with a sight of the victim they have
immolated! let them come to satiate their fury with the scene of misery
in which they have plunged us! O cruel S&mdash;&mdash;, thy barbarous heart cannot
be that of a Frenchman!" On uttering these words, he rushed out, and
seated himself under a gallery which was at the door of the house in
which we lived. He there remained a long while buried in profound
meditation, during which time we could not get him to utter one word. At
last, about six o'clock in the morning the physician came, and was
surprised on hearing of the death of Laura; then went to my father, who
seemed to be insensible to every thing around him, and inquired at him
concerning his health. "I am very well," replied he, "and I am going to
return to Safal; for I always find myself best there." The Doctor told
him his own condition, as well as that of his family, would not allow
him to leave Senegal; but he was inflexible. Seeing nothing would induce
him to remain at St Louis, I arose, weak as I was, and went to search
for a negro and a canoe to carry us to Safal. In the meanwhile a friend
of ours took the charge of burying the body of my sister; but my father
wished to inter it beside the others in his island, and determined to
take it thither along with us. Not to have, however, such a melancholy
sight before our eyes during our journey, I hired a second canoe to
carry the corpse of poor Laura; and attaching it to the one in which we
were, we took our young brothers in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> our arms and set off. Having
arrived opposite the house possessed by M. Thomas, my father felt
himself greatly indisposed. I profited by the circumstance, by getting
him to go to the house of his friend; hoping we would persuade him
against returning to Safal. He consented without difficulty; but we had
scarcely entered the house, when he was again taken very ill. We
instantly called a physician, who found in him the seeds of a most
malignant fever. We laid him down, and all the family wept around his
bed, whilst the canoe which carried the remains of our young sister
proceeded to Safal. M. Thomas undertook to procure us a house more
healthy than that we had quitted; but the condition of my father was
such, that he found it impossible to walk, and we had to put him in a
litter to take him to our new habitation. All the worthy people of
Senegal could not contain their indignation against governor S&mdash;&mdash;,
whose inhuman conduct towards our family had been the principal cause of
all our misfortunes. They went to his house, and boldly told him it was
a shame for the Chief of the colony thus to allow an unfortunate family
entirely to perish. M. S&mdash;&mdash;, either touched with these reproaches, or
at last being moved by more friendly feelings towards us, caused
provisions secretly to be sent to our house. We received them under the
persuasion they had been sent by some friend of my father; but having at
last learned they had come from the governor, my father bid me return
them to him. I did not know what to do, for a part of the provisions had
already been consumed; and, besides, the distressed condition to which
we were reduced, made me flatter myself with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> thought, that the
governor wished at last to make amends for the wrongs he had done us.
But alas! his assistance was too late; the fatal moment was fast
approaching when my father had to bend under the pressure of his
intolerable sufferings.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI.</h2>

<p class="chapheader">M. DARD, WHOM CONTRARY WINDS HAD DETAINED TEN DAYS IN THE PORT OF
ST. LOUIS, COMES ON SHORE TO SEE M. PICARD&mdash;AGONY OF M.
PICARD&mdash;HIS LAST WORDS&mdash;HIS DEATH&mdash;DESPAIR OF HIS CHILDREN&mdash;M.
THOMAS KINDLY TAKES CHARGE OF PICARD'S FAMILY&mdash;THE ELDEST OF THE
LADIES GOES AND MOURNS OVER THE GRAVE OF HER FATHER&mdash;HER
RESIGNATION&mdash;M. DARD DISEMBARKS, AND ADOPTS THE WRECKS OF THE
PICARD FAMILY&mdash;M. DARD MARRIES MISS PICARD, AND AT LAST RETURNS
TO FRANCE.</p>


<p>The day after we had taken possession of our new abode, my father sent
me to the Isle of Babaguey, to bring back the things which were left at
the house of the Resident. As I found myself considerably better during
the last few days, I hired a canoe and went, leaving the sick to the
care of Caroline. I soon reached the place of my destination, and
finished my business. I was upon the point of returning to Senegal, when
a wish came into my head of seeing Safal. Having made two negroes take
me to the other side of the river, I walked along the side of the
plantation, then visited our cottage, which I found just as we had left
it. At last I bent my steps towards the tomb of my step-mother, in which
were deposited the re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span>mains of my little sister. I seated myself under
the shrubs which shaded the place of their repose, and remained a long
while wrapt in the most melancholy reflections. All the misfortunes we
had experienced since our shipwreck, came across my mind, and I asked
myself, how I had been able to endure them? I thought that, at this
instant, a secret voice said to me, you will yet have greater to
deplore. Terrified by this melancholy presentiment, I strove to rise,
but my strength failing me, I fell on my knees upon the grave. After
having addressed my prayers to the Eternal, I felt a little more
tranquil; and, quitting this melancholy spot, old Etienne led me back to
Babaguey, where my canoe waited for me. The heat was excessive; however,
I endured it, rather than wait for the coolness of evening to return to
my father. On my arrival at St Louis, I found him in a violent passion
at a certain personage of the colony, who, without any regard to his
condition, had said the most humiliating things to him. This scene had
contributed, in no small degree, to aggravate his illness; for, on the
evening of the same day, the fever returned, and a horrible delirium
darkened all his faculties. We spent a terrible night, expecting every
moment to be his last. The following day found little change in his
condition, except a small glimmering of reason at intervals. In one of
these moments, when we hoped he would recover his health, M. Dard, whom
we thought already far from Senegal, entered our house. My father
instantly recognised him, and, making him sit near to his bed, took his
hand, and said, "My last hour is come; Heaven, to whose decrees I humbly
submit, will soon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> remove me from this world; but one consolation
remains with me,&mdash;the thought you will not abandon my children. I
recommend to you my oldest daughter; you are dear to her, doubt not;
would she were your wife, and that you were to her, as you have always
been to me, a sincere friend!" On saying these words, he took my hands
and pressed them to his burning lips. Tears suffocated my voice, but I
pressed him tenderly in my arms; and as he saw I was extremely affected
with his situation, he quickly said to me, "My daughter, I have need of
rest." I instantly quitted him, and was joined by M. Dard, when we
retired to another room, where we found Caroline and the good Mad.
Thomas. This worthy friend seeing the deplorable condition to which we
were reduced, endeavoured to console us, and to give us hope, saying,
that having heard of my father's illness on board the brig Vigilant, in
which he had embarked at the port of St Louis, he had obtained leave to
come on shore, and to go and offer us some assistance; after which he
left us, promising to return on the morrow.</p>

<p>Towards the middle of the night of the 15th August 1819, it struck me
that my father wished to speak with me. I drew near to him, and seeing
him pale and his eyes wild, I turned away my head to conceal the tears
which I could not suppress; but having perceived my distress, he said to
me in a mournful voice, "Why are you so much afflicted, my child? My
last hour approaches, I cannot escape it; then summon all the strength
of your soul to bear it with courage. My conscience is pure, I have
nothing with which to reproach myself; I will die in peace if you
promise<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> to protect the children whom I will soon leave. Tell also to
feeling hearts the long train of uninterrupted misfortunes which have
assailed me; tell the abandoned condition in which we have lived; and
tell at last, that in dying, I forgave my enemies all the evils they had
made me as well as my family endure!" At these words I fell upon his
bed, and cried yes, dear father, I promise to do all you require of me.
I was yet speaking when Caroline entered the chamber, and throwing
herself upon his bed, tenderly embraced him, whilst he held me by the
hand. We gazed on one another in profound silence, which was only
interrupted by our sighs. During this heart-rending scene, my father
again said to me, "My good <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;Charotte&quot; changed to &quot;Charlotte&quot;">Charlotte</span>, I thank you for all the care you
have bestowed on me; I die, but I leave you to the protection of friends
who will not abandon you. Never forget the obligations you already owe
M. Dard. Heaven assist you. Farewell, I go before you to a better
world." These words, pronounced with difficulty, were the last he
uttered. He instantly became much convulsed. All the physicians of the
colony were called, but the medicines they prescribed produced no
effect. In this condition he remained more than six hours, during which
time we stood suspended between hope and despair. O horrible night!
night of sorrow and desolation! who can describe all which the
unfortunate family of Picard suffered during thy terrible reign! But the
fatal period approached; the physician who prescribed it went out; I
followed, and, still seeking for some illusion in the misfortune which
menaced us, I tremblingly interrogated him. The worthy man would not
dissemble; he took me by the hand and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span> said, my dear lady, the moment is
arrived when you have need to arm yourself with courage; it is all over
with M. Picard; you must submit to the will of God. These words were a
thunderbolt to me. I instantly returned, bathed in tears; but alas! my
father was no more.</p>

<p>Such an irreparable misfortune plunged us into a condition worse than
death. Without ceasing, I besought them to put a period to my deplorable
life. The friends about me used every endeavour to calm me, but my soul
was in the depth of affliction, and their consolations reached it not.
"O God!" cried I, "how is it possible thou canst yet let me live? Ought
not the misery I feel to make me follow my father to the grave?" It was
necessary to employ force to keep me from that plan of horror and
dismay. Madame Thomas took us to her house, whilst our friends prepared
the funeral of my unhappy father. I remained insensible for a long
while; and, when somewhat recovered, my first care was to pray the
people with whom we lived to carry the body of my father to the Isle of
Safal to be deposited, agreeably to his request, near the remains of his
wife. Our friends accompanied it. Some hours after the departure of the
funeral procession, Governor S&mdash;&mdash;, doubtless reproaching himself with
the helpless condition in which we had been left for so long a time,
gave orders to take care of the remainder of our unfortunate family. He
himself came to the house of M. Thomas. His presence made such an
impression on me, that I swooned away. We did not, however, refuse the
assistance he offered us, convinced, as we were, that it was less to the
gover<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span>nor of Senegal we were indebted than to the French government,
whose intentions he was only fulfilling.</p>

<p>Several days passed before I could moderate my sorrow; but at last our
friends represented to me the duties I owed to the orphans who were left
with us, and to whom I had promised to hold the place of mother. Then
rousing myself from my lethargy, and recollecting the obligations I had
to fulfil, I bestowed all my affections on the innocent beings whom my
father had confided to me in his dying moments. Nevertheless I was not
at rest; the desire of seeing the place where reposed the mortal remains
of my worthy father tormented me. They wished to dissuade me; but when
they saw I had been frequently weeping in private, they no longer
withheld me. I went alone to Safal, leaving Caroline to take charge of
the children, two of whom were still in a dangerous condition. What
changes did I find at our cottage! The person from whom we had hired our
negroes had secretly removed them; rank weeds sprung up everywhere; the
cotton withered for want of cultivation; the fields of millet, maize,
and beans had been devoured by the herds of cattle from the colony; our
house was half plundered; the books and papers of my father taken away.
Old Etienne still remained; I found him cultivating cotton. As soon as
he saw me he drew near; and having inquired if he wished to remain at
the plantation, he replied, "I could stay here all my life; my good
master is no more, but he is still here; I wish to work for the support
of his children." I promised in my turn to take care of him during my
stay in Africa. At last I bent my steps towards my fa<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>ther's grave. The
shrubs which surrounded it were covered with the most beautiful verdure;
their thorny branches hung over it as if to shield it from the rays of
the sun. The silence which reigned around this solitary place was only
interrupted by the songs of the birds, and the rustling of the foliage,
agitated by a faint breeze. At the sight of this sacred retreat, I
suddenly felt myself penetrated by a religious sentiment, and falling on
my knees upon the grass, and resting my head upon the humid stone,
remained a long while in deep meditation. Then starting up, I cried,
"Dear manes of the best of fathers! I come not hither to disturb your
repose; but I come to ask of Him who is omnipotent, resignation to his
august decrees. I come to promise also to the worthy author of my
existence, to give all my care to the orphans whom he has left on earth.
I also promise to make known to feeling hearts all the misfortunes he
experienced before being driven to the tomb." After a short prayer, I
arose and returned to the cottage. To consecrate a monument to the
memory of my father, I took two cocoa-nuts, which he had planted some
time previous to his death, and replanted them beside the grave; I then
gave my orders to Etienne, and returned to the family at Senegal.</p>

<p>Next day M. Dard came to see us at the house of M. Thomas. This worthy
friend of my father, told us he would not abandon in Senegal the orphans
whom he had promised to assist. I come, added he, to return to the
governor the leave he had given me to pass six months in France, and I
charge myself with providing for all your wants till I can convey you
again to Paris. Such gener<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span>ous devotion affected me to tears; I thanked
our worthy benefactor, and he went into Mad. Thomas's room. When he had
gone, Mad. Thomas took me aside, and said, that M. Dard's intention was
not only to adopt the wrecks of our family, but he wished also to offer
me his hand as soon as our grief had subsided. This confidence, I own,
displeased me not; for it was delightful for me to think that so
excellent a man, who had already given us such substantial assistance in
our distress, did not think himself degraded by uniting his fate with
that of a poor orphan. I recollected what my father had said to me
during one of our greatest misfortunes. "M. Dard," said that worthy man,
"is an estimable youth, whose attachment for us has never diminished in
spite of our wretchedness; and I am certain he prefers virtue in a wife
above all other riches."</p>

<p>Some days after, our benefactor came to tell us he had disembarked all
his effects, and that he had resumed his functions as director of the
French school at Senegal. We talked a long while together concerning my
father's affairs, and he then left us. However, as one of my brothers
was very ill, he returned in the evening to see how he was. He found us
in tears; for the innocent creature had expired in my arms. M. Dard and
M. Thomas instantly buried him, for his body had already become putrid.
We took great care to conceal his death from his brother, who, having a
mind superior to his age, would doubtless have been greatly affected.
Nevertheless, on the following day, poor Charles inquired where his
brother Gustavus was; M. Dard, who was sitting near his bed, told him he
was at school; but he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> discovered the cheat, and cried, weeping, that he
wished a hat to go to school, and see if Gustavus was really living. M.
Dard had the kindness to go and purchase him one to quiet him, which,
when he saw, he was satisfied, and waited till the morrow to go and see
if his brother was at school. This young victim to misery dragged out
his melancholy existence during two months; and about the end of October
we had the misfortune of losing him also.</p>

<p>This last blow plunged me into a gloomy melancholy. I was indifferent to
every thing. I had seen, in three months, nearly all my relations die. A
young orphan (Alphonso Fleury), our cousin, aged five years, to whom my
father was tutor, and whom he had always considered as his own child, my
sister Caroline, and myself, were all that remained of the unfortunate
Picard family, who, on setting out for Africa, consisted of nine. We,
too, had nearly followed our dear parents to the grave. Our friends,
however, by their great care and attention, got us by degrees to recover
our composure, and chased from our thoughts the cruel recollections
which afflicted us. We recovered our tranquillity, and dared at last to
cherish the hope of seeing more fortunate days. That hope was not
delusive. Our benefactor, M. Dard, since then having become my husband,
gathered together the wrecks of our wretched family, and has proved
himself worthy of being a father to us. My sister Caroline afterwards
married M. Richard, agricultural botanist, attached to the agricultural
establishment of the colony.</p>

<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p><p>Leaving Senegal with my husband and the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> young Alphonso Fleury, my
cousin, on board his Majesty's ship M&eacute;nagere, on the 18th November 1820,
we safely arrived at L'Orient on the 31st December following. A few days
after our landing, we went to Paris, where we remained two months. At
last we reached my husband's native place, at Bligny-sous-Beaune, in the
department of the C&ocirc;te d'Or, where I have had the happiness of finding
new relations whose tender friendship consoles me in part for the loss
of those of whom cruel death deprived me in Africa.</p>



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<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX.</h2>


<p>The following is the substance, abridged from MM. Corr&eacute;ard and Savigny,
of what took place on the Raft during thirteen days before the Sufferers
were taken up by the Argus Brig.</p>

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<p>After the boats had disappeared, the consternation became extreme. All
the horrors of thirst and famine passed before our imaginations;
besides, we had to contend with a treacherous element, which already
covered the half of our bodies. The deep stupor of the soldiers and
sailors instantly changed to despair. All saw their inevitable
destruction, and expressed by their moans the dark thoughts which
brooded in their minds. Our words were at first unavailing to quiet
their fears, which we participated with them, but which a greater
strength of mind enabled us to dissemble. At last, an unmoved
countenance, and our proffered consolations, quieted them by degrees,
but could not entirely dissipate the terror with which they were seized.</p>

<p>When tranquillity was a little restored, we began to search about the
raft for the charts, the compass, and the anchor, which we presumed had
been placed upon it, after what we had been told at the time of quitting
the frigate.<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">14</a> <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span>These things, of the first importance, had not been
placed upon our machine. Above all, the want of a compass the most
alarmed us, and we gave vent to our rage and vengeance. M. Corr&eacute;ard then
remembered he had seen one in the hands of one of the principal workmen
under his command; he spoke to the man, who replied, "Yes, yes, I have
it with me." This information transported us with joy, and we believed
that our safety depended upon this futile resource: it was about the
size of a crown-piece, and very incorrect. Those who have not been in
situations in which their existence was exposed to extreme peril, can
have but a faint knowledge of the price one attaches then to the
simplest objects&mdash;with what avidity one seizes the slightest means
capable of mitigating the rigour of that fate against which they
contend. The compass was given to the commander of the raft, but an
accident deprived us of it forever: it fell, and disappeared between the
pieces of wood which formed our machine. We had kept it but a few hours,
and, after its loss, had nothing now to guide us but the rising and
setting of the sun.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14" class="fnanchor">14</a> M. Corr&eacute;ard, fearing that on the event of their being
separated from the boats by any unforeseen accident, called from the
raft to an officer on board the frigate, "Are we in a condition to take
the route?&mdash;have we instruments and charts?" got the following reply:
"Yes, yes, I have provided for you every necessary." M. Corr&eacute;ard again
called to him, "Who was to be their commander?" when the same officer
said, "'Tis I; I will be with you in an instant;" but he instantly went
and seated himself in one of the boats!&mdash;<span class="smcap">Trans.</span></p></div>

<p>We had all gone afloat without taking any food. Hunger beginning to be
imperiously felt, we mixed our paste of sea-biscuit<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">15</a> with a little
wine, and distributed it thus prepared. Such was our first meal, and the
best we had, during our stay upon the raft.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15" class="fnanchor">15</a> The biscuit had fallen into the sea, and was with
difficulty recovered.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Trans</span>.</p></div>

<p>An order, according to our numbers, was established for the distribution
of our miserable provisions. The ration of wine was fixed at three
quarters a-day.<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">16</a> We will speak no more of the biscuit, it having been
entirely consumed at the first distribution. The day passed away
sufficiently tranquil. We talked of the means by which we would save
ourselves; we spoke of it as a certain circumstance, which reanimated
our courage; and we sus<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span>tained that of the soldiers, by cherishing in
them the hope of being able, in a short while, to revenge themselves on
those who had so basely abandoned us. This hope of vengeance, it must be
avowed, equally animated us all; and we poured out a thousand
imprecations against those who had left us a prey to so much misery and
danger.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16" class="fnanchor">16</a> The original French is <i>trois quarts</i>, which certainly
<span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;pinnot&quot; and &quot;cants&quot; changed to &quot;cannot&quot; and &quot;pints&quot;">cannot</span> mean <i>three quarts</i>. In all probability it is three
<span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;pinnot&quot; and &quot;cants&quot; changed to &quot;cannot&quot; and &quot;pints&quot;">pints</span>.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Trans.</span></p></div>

<p>The officer who commanded the raft being unable to move, M. Savigny took
upon himself the duty of erecting the mast. He caused them to cut in two
one of the poles of the frigate's masts, and fixed it with the rope
which had served to tow us, and of which we made stays and shrowds. It
was placed on the anterior third of the raft. We put up for a sail the
main-top-gallant, which trimmed very well, but was of very little use,
except when the wind served from behind; and to keep the raft in this
course, we were obliged to trim the sail as if the breeze blew athwart
us.</p>

<p>In the evening, our hearts and our prayers, by a feeling natural to the
unfortunate, were turned towards Heaven. Surrounded by inevitable
dangers, we addressed that invisible Being who has established, and who
maintains the order of the universe. Our vows were fervent, and we
experienced from our prayers the cheering influence of hope. It is
necessary to have been in similar situations, before one can rightly
imagine what a charm it is to the heart of the sufferer the sublime idea
of a God protecting the unfortunate!</p>

<p>One consoling thought still soothed our imaginations. We persuaded
ourselves that the little division had gone to the isle of Arguin, and
that after it had set a part of its people on shore, the rest would
return to our assistance: we endeavoured to impress this idea on our
soldiers and sailors, which quieted them. The night came without our
hope being realized; the wind freshened, and the sea was considerably
swelled. What a horrible night! The thought of seeing the boats on the
morrow, a little consoled our men, the greater part of whom, being
unaccustomed with the sea, fell on one another at each movement of the
raft. M. Savigny, seconded by some people who still preserved their
presence of mind amidst the disorder, stretched cords across the raft,
by which the men held, and were better able to resist the swell of the
sea: some were even obliged to fasten themselves. In the middle of the
night the weather was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> very rough; huge waves burst upon us, sometimes
overturning us with great violence. The cries of the men, mingled with
the roaring of the flood, whilst the terrible sea raised us at every
instant from the raft, and threatened to sweep us away. This scene was
rendered still more terrible, by the horrors inspired by the darkness of
the night. Suddenly we believed we saw fires in the distance at
intervals. We had had the precaution to hang at the top of the mast, the
gun-powder and pistols which we had brought from the frigate. We made
signals by burning a large quantity of cartridges; we even fired some
pistols, but it seems the fire we saw, was nothing but an error of
vision, or, perhaps, nothing more than the sparkling of the waves.</p>

<p>We struggled with death during the whole of the night, holding firmly by
the ropes which were made very secure. Tossed by the waves from the back
to the front, and from the front to the back, and sometimes precipitated
into the sea; floating between life and death, mourning our misfortunes,
certain of perishing; we disputed, nevertheless, the remainder of our
existence, with that cruel element which threatened to ingulf us. Such
was our condition till day-break. At every instant were heard the
lamentable cries of the soldiers and sailors; they prepared for death,
bidding farewell to one another, imploring the protection of heaven, and
addressing fervent prayers to God. Every one made vows to him, in spite
of the certainty of never being able to accomplish them. Frightful
situation! How is it possible to have any idea of it, which will not
fall far short of the reality!</p>

<p>Towards seven in the morning the sea fell a little, the wind blew with
less fury; but what a scene presented itself to our view! Ten or twelve
unfortunates, having their inferior extremities fixed in the openings
between the pieces of the raft, had perished by being unable to
disengage themselves; several others were swept away by the violence of
the sea. At the hour of repast, we took the numbers anew; we had lost
twenty men. We will not affirm that this was the exact number; for we
perceived some soldiers who, to have more than their share, took rations
for two, and even three; we were so huddled together, that we found it
absolutely impossible to prevent this abuse.</p>

<p>In the midst of these horrors a touching scene of filial piety drew our
tears. Two young men raised and recog<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span>nised their father, who had
fallen, and was lying insensible among the feet of the people. They
believed him at first dead, and their despair was expressed in the most
afflicting manner. It was perceived, however, that he still breathed,
and every assistance was rendered for his recovery in our power. He
slowly revived, and was restored to life, and to the prayers of his
sons, who supported him closely, folded in their arms. Whilst our hearts
were softened by this affecting episode in our melancholy adventures, we
had soon to witness the sad spectacle of a dark contrast. Two ship-boys
and a baker feared not to seek death, and threw themselves into the sea,
after having bid farewell to their companions in misfortune. Already the
minds of our people were singularly altered; some believed they saw
land, others ships which were coming to save us; all talked aloud of
their fallacious visions.</p>

<p>We lamented the loss of our unfortunate companions. At this moment we
were far from anticipating the still more terrible scene which took
place on the following night; far from that, we enjoyed a positive
satisfaction, so well were we persuaded that the boats would return to
our assistance. The day was fine, and the most perfect tranquillity
reigned all the while on our raft. The evening came, and no boats
appeared. Despondency began again to seize our men, and then a spirit of
insubordination manifested itself in cries of rage. The voice of the
officers was entirely disregarded. Night fell rapidly in, the sky was
obscured by dark clouds; the wind which, during the whole of the day,
had blown rather violently, became furious and swelled the sea, which in
an instant became very rough.</p>

<p>The preceding night had been frightful, but this was still more so.
Mountains of water covered us at every instant, and burst with fury into
the midst of us. Very fortunately we had the wind from behind, and the
strength of the sea was a little broken by the rapidity with which we
were driven before it. We were impelled towards the land. The men, from
the violence of the sea, were hurried from the back to the front; we
were obliged to keep to the centre, the firmest part of the raft, and
those who could not get there almost all perished. Before and behind the
waves dashed impetuously, and swept away the men in spite of all their
resistance. At the centre the pressure was such, that some unfortunates
were suffocate<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> by the weight of their comrades, who fell upon them at
every instant. The officers kept by the foot of the little mast, and
were obliged every moment to call to those around them to go to the one
or the other side to avoid the wave; for the sea coming nearly athwart
us, gave our raft nearly a perpendicular position, to counteract which
they were forced to throw themselves upon the side raised by the sea.</p>

<p>The soldiers and sailors, frightened by the presence of almost
inevitable danger, doubted not that they had reached their last hour.
Firmly believing they were lost, they resolved to soothe their last
moments by drinking till they lost their reason. We had no power to
oppose this disorder. They seized a cask which was in the centre of the
raft, made a hole in the end of it, and, with small tin cups, took each
a pretty large quantity; but they were obliged to cease, for the
sea-water rushed into the hole they had made. The fumes of the wine
failed not to disorder their brains, already weakened by the presence of
danger and want of food. Thus excited, these men became deaf to the
voice of reason. They wished to involve, in one common ruin, all their
companions in misfortune. They avowedly expressed their intention of
freeing themselves from their officers, who, they said, wished to oppose
their design; and then to destroy the raft, by cutting the ropes which
united its different parts. Immediately after, they resolved to put
their plans in execution. One of them advanced upon the side of the raft
with a boarding-axe, and began to cut the cords. This was the signal of
revolt. We stepped forward to prevent these insane mortals, and he who
was armed with the hatchet, with which he even threatened an officer,
fell the first victim; a stroke of a sabre terminated his existence.</p>

<p>This man was an Asiatic, and a soldier in a colonial regiment. Of a
colossal stature, short hair, a nose extremely large, an enormous mouth,
dark complexion, he made a most hideous appearance. At first he had
placed himself in the middle of the raft, and, at each blow of his fist,
knocked down every one who opposed him; he inspired the greatest terror,
and none durst approach him. Had there been six such, our destruction
would have been certain.</p>

<p>Some men, anxious to prolong their existence, armed and united
themselves with those who wished to preserve<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> the raft; among this
number were some subaltern officers and many passengers. The rebels drew
their sabres, and those who had none armed themselves with knives. They
advanced in a determined manner upon us; we stood on our defence; the
attack commenced. Animated by despair, one of them aimed a stroke at an
officer; the rebel instantly fell, pierced with wounds. This firmness
awed them for an instant, but diminished nothing of their rage. They
ceased to advance, and withdrew, presenting to us a front bristling with
sabres and bayonets, to the back part of the raft to execute their plan.
One of them feigned to rest himself on the small railings on the sides
of the raft, and with a knife began cutting the cords. Being told by a
servant, one of us sprung upon him. A soldier, wishing to defend him,
struck at the officer with his knife, which only pierced his coat; the
officer wheeled round, seized his adversary, and threw both him and his
comrade into the sea.</p>

<p>There had been as yet but partial affairs: the combat became general.
Some one cried to lower the sail; a crowd of infuriated mortals threw
themselves in an instant upon the haulyards, the shrouds, and cut them.
The fall of the mast almost broke the thigh of a captain of infantry,
who fell insensible. He was seized by the soldiers, who threw him into
the sea. We saved him, and placed him on a barrel, whence he was taken
by the rebels, who wished to put out his eyes with a penknife.
Exasperated by so much brutality, we no longer restrained ourselves, but
rushed in upon them, and charged them with fury. Sword in hand we
traversed the line which the soldiers formed, and many paid with their
lives the errors of their revolt. Various passengers, during these cruel
moments, evinced the greatest courage and coolness.</p>

<p>M. Corr&eacute;ard fell into a sort of swoon; but hearing at every instant the
cries, <i>To arms! with us, comrades; we are lost!</i> joined with the groans
and imprecations of the wounded and dying, was soon roused from his
lethargy. All this horrible tumult speedily made him comprehend how
necessary it was to be upon his guard. Armed with his sabre, he gathered
together some of his workmen on the front of the raft, and there charged
them to hurt no one, unless they were attacked. He almost always
remained with them; and several times they had to defend themselves
against the rebels, who, swimming round to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span> the point of the raft,
placed M. Corr&eacute;ard and his little troop between two dangers, and made
their position very difficult to defend. At every instant he was opposed
to men armed with knives, sabres, and bayonets. Many had carabines which
they wielded as clubs. Every effort was made to stop them, by holding
them off at the point of their swords; but, in spite of the repugnance
they experienced in fighting with their wretched countrymen, they were
compelled to use their arms without mercy. Many of the mutineers
attacked with fury, and they were obliged to repel them in the same
manner. Some of the labourers received severe wounds in this action.
Their commander could show a great number received in the different
engagements. At last their united efforts prevailed in dispersing this
mass who had attacked them with such fury.</p>

<p>During this combat, M. Corr&eacute;ard was told by one of his workmen who
remained faithful, that one of their comrades, named Dominique, had gone
over to the rebels, and that they had seized and thrown him into the
sea. Immediately forgetting the fault and treason of this man, he threw
himself in at the place whence the voice of the wretch was heard calling
for assistance, seized him by the hair, and had the good fortune to
restore him on board. Dominique had got several sabre wounds in a
charge, one of which had laid open his head. In spite of the darkness we
found out the wound, which seemed very large. One of the workmen gave
his handkerchief to bind and stop the blood. Our care recovered the
wretch; but, when he had collected strength, the ungrateful Dominique,
forgetting at once his duty and the signal service which we had rendered
him, went and rejoined the rebels. So much baseness and insanity did not
go unrevenged; and soon after he found, in a fresh assault, that death
from which he was not worthy to be saved, but which he might in all
probability have avoided, if, true to honour and gratitude, he had
remained among us.</p>

<p>Just at the moment we finished dressing the wounds of Dominique, another
voice was heard. It was that of the unfortunate female who was with us
on the raft, and whom the infuriated beings had thrown into the sea, as
well as her husband, who had defended her with courage. M. Corr&eacute;ard, in
despair at seeing two unfortunates perish; whose pitiful cries,
especially the woman's, pierced his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> heart, seized a large rope which he
found on the front of the raft, which he fastened round his middle, and
throwing himself a second time into the sea, was again so fortunate as
to save the woman, who invoked, with all her might, the assistance of
our Lady of Land. Her husband was rescued at the same time by the head
workman, Lavilette. We laid these unfortunates upon the dead bodies,
supporting their backs with a barrel. In a short while they recovered
their senses. The first thing the woman did was to acquaint herself with
the name of the person who saved her, and to express to him her
liveliest gratitude. Finding, doubtless, that her words but ill
expressed her feelings, she recollected she had in her pocket a little
snuff, and instantly offered it to him,&mdash;it was all she possessed.
Touched with the gift, but unable to use it, M. Corr&eacute;ard gave it to a
poor sailor, which served him for three or four days. But it is
impossible for us to describe a still more affecting scene,&mdash;the joy
this unfortunate couple testified, when they had sufficiently recovered
their senses, at finding they were both saved.</p>

<p>The rebels being repulsed, as it has been stated above, left us a little
repose. The moon lighted with her melancholy rays this disastrous raft,
this narrow space, on which were found united so many torturing
anxieties, so many cruel misfortunes, a madness so insensate, a courage
so heroic, and the most generous&mdash;the most amiable sentiments of nature
and humanity.</p>

<p>The man and wife, who had been but a little before stabbed with swords
and bayonets, and thrown both together into a stormy sea, could scarcely
credit their senses when they found themselves in one another's arms.
The woman was a native of the Upper Alps, which place she had left
twenty-four years before, and during which time she had followed the
French armies in the campaigns in Italy, and other places, as a sutler.
"Therefore preserve my life," said she to M. Corr&eacute;ard, "you see I am an
useful woman. Ah! if you knew how often I have ventured upon the field
of battle, and braved death to carry assistance to our gallant men.
Whether they had money or not, I always let them have my goods.
Sometimes a battle would deprive me of my poor debtors, but after the
victory, others would pay me double or triple for what they had consumed
before the engagement. Thus I came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> in for a share of their victories."
Unfortunate woman! she little knew what a horrible fate awaited her
among us! They felt, they expressed so vividly that happiness which they
alas so shortly enjoyed, that it would have drawn tears from the most
obdurate heart. But in that horrible moment, when we scarcely breathed
from the most furious attack,&mdash;when we were obliged to be continually on
our guard, not only against the violence of the men, but a most
boisterous sea, few among us had time to attend to scenes of conjugal
affection.</p>

<p>After this second check, the rage of the soldiers was suddenly appeased,
and gave place to the most abject cowardice. Several threw themselves at
our feet, and implored our pardon, which was instantly granted. Thinking
that order was reestablished, we returned to our station on the centre
of the raft, only taking the precaution of keeping our arms. We,
however, had soon to prove the impossibility of counting on the
permanence of any honest sentiment in the hearts of these beings.</p>

<p>It was nearly midnight; and after an hour of apparent tranquillity, the
soldiers rose afresh. Their mind was entirely gone; they ran upon us in
despair with knives and sabres in their hands. As they yet had all their
physical strength, and besides were armed, we were obliged again to
stand on our defence. Their revolt became still more dangerous, as, in
their delirium, they were entirely deaf to the voice of reason. They
attacked us, we charged them in our turn, and immediately the raft was
strewed with their dead bodies. Those of our adversaries who had no
weapons endeavoured to tear us with their sharp teeth. Many of us were
cruelly bitten. M. Savigny was torn on the legs and the shoulder; he
also received a wound on the right arm, which deprived him of the use of
his fourth and little finger for a long while. Many others were wounded;
and many cuts were found in our clothes from knives and sabres.</p>

<p>One of our workmen was also seized by four of the rebels, who wished to
throw him into the sea. One of them had laid hold of his right leg, and
had bit most unmercifully the tendon above the heel; others were
striking him with great slashes of their sabres, and with the <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;but&quot; changed to &quot;butt&quot;">butt</span> end
of their guns, when his cries made us hasten to his assistance. In this
affair, the brave Lavilette, ex-serjeant of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> foot artillery of the
Old Guard, behaved with a courage worthy of the greatest praise. He
rushed upon the infuriated beings in the manner of M. Corr&eacute;ard, and soon
snatched the workman from the danger which menaced him. Some short while
after, in a fresh attack of the rebels, sub-lieutenant Lozach fell into
their hands. In their delirium, they had taken him for Lieutenant
Danglas,<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">17</a> of whom we have formerly spoken, and who had abandoned the
raft at the moment when we were quitting the frigate. The troop, to a
man, eagerly sought this officer, who had seen little service, and whom
they reproached for having used them ill during the time they garrisoned
the Isle of Rh&eacute;. We believed this officer lost, but hearing his voice,
we soon found it still possible to save him. Immediately MM. Clairet,
Savigny, L'Heureux, Lavilette, Coudin, Corr&eacute;ard, and some workmen,
formed themselves into small platoons, and rushed upon the insurgents
with great impetuosity, overturning every one in their way, and retook
M. Lozach, and placed him on the centre of the raft.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17" class="fnanchor">17</a> Danglas had gone upon the raft at first, on which his post
had been assigned; "but when he saw the danger which he ran upon this
frightful machine, he instantly quitted it on pretence of having forgot
something on board, and never returned."&mdash;<span class="smcap">Trans.</span></p></div>

<p>The preservation of this officer cost us infinite difficulty. Every
moment the soldiers demanded he should be delivered to them, designating
him always by the name of Danglas. We endeavoured to make them
comprehend their mistake, and told them that they themselves had seen
the person for whom they sought return on board the frigate. They were
insensible to every thing we said; every thing before them was Danglas;
they saw him perpetually, and furiously and unceasingly demanded his
head. It was only by force of arms we succeeded in repressing their
rage, and quieting their dreadful cries of death.</p>

<p>Horrible night! thou shrouded with thy gloomy veil these frightful
combats, over which presided the cruel demon of despair.</p>

<p>We had also to tremble for the life of M. Coudin. Wounded and fatigued
by the attacks which he had sus<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span>tained with us, and in which he had
shown a courage superior to every thing, he was resting himself on a
barrel, holding in his arms a young sailor boy of twelve years of age,
to whom he had attached himself. The mutineers seized him with his
barrel, and threw him into the sea with the boy, whom he still held
fast. In spite of his burden, he had the presence of mind to lay hold of
the raft, and to save himself from this extreme peril.</p>

<p>We cannot yet comprehend how a handful of men should have been able to
resist such a number so monstrously insane. We are sure we were not more
than twenty to combat all these madmen. Let it not, however, be
imagined, that in the midst of all these dangers we had preserved our
reason entire. Fear, anxiety, and the most cruel privations, had greatly
changed our intellectual faculties. But being somewhat less insane than
the unfortunate soldiers, we energetically opposed their determination
of cutting the cords of the raft. Permit us now to make some
observations concerning the different sensations with which we were
affected.</p>

<p>During the first day, M. Griffon entirely lost his senses. He threw
himself into the sea, but M. Savigny saved him with his own hands. His
words were vague and unconnected. A second time he threw himself in,
but, by a sort of instinct, kept hold of the cross pieces of the raft,
and was again saved.</p>

<p>The following is what M. Savigny experienced in the beginning of the
night. His eyes closed in spite of himself, and he felt a general
drowsiness. In this condition the most delightful visions flitted across
his imagination. He saw around him a country covered with the most
beautiful plantations, and found himself in the midst of objects
delightful to his senses. Nevertheless, he reasoned concerning his
condition, and felt that courage alone could withdraw him from this
species of non-existence. He demanded some wine from the master-gunner,
who got it for him, and he recovered a little from this state of stupor.
If the unfortunates who were assailed with these primary symptoms had
not strength to withstand them, their death was certain. Some became
furious; others threw themselves into the sea, bidding farewell to their
comrades with the utmost coolness. Some said&mdash;"Fear nothing; I am going
to get you assistance, and will re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span>turn in a short while." In the midst
of this general madness, some wretches were seen rushing upon their
companions, sword in hand, demanding <i>a wing of a chicken and some
bread</i> to appease the hunger which consumed them; others asked for their
hammocks to go, they said, <i>between the decks of the frigate to take a
little repose</i>. Many believed they were still on the deck of the Medusa,
surrounded by the same objects they there saw daily. Some saw ships, and
called to them for assistance, or a fine harbour, in the distance of
which was an elegant city. M. Corr&eacute;ard thought he was travelling through
the beautiful fields of Italy. An officer said to him&mdash;"I recollect we
have been abandoned by the boats; but fear nothing. I am going to write
to the governor, and in a few hours we shall be saved." M. Corr&eacute;ard
replied in the same tone, and as if he had been in his ordinary
condition.&mdash;"Have you a pigeon to carry your orders with such celerity?"
The cries and the confusion soon roused us from this languor; but when
tranquillity was somewhat restored, we again fell into the same drowsy
condition. On the morrow, we felt as if we had awoke from a painful
dream, and asked at our companions, if, during their sleep, they had not
seen combats, and heard cries of despair. Some replied, that the same
visions had continually tormented them, and that they were exhausted
with fatigue. Every one believed he was deceived by the illusions of a
horrible dream.</p>

<p>After these different combats, overcome with toil, with want of food and
sleep, we laid ourselves down and reposed till the morrow dawned, and
showed us the horror of the scene. A great number in their delirium had
thrown themselves into the sea. We found that sixty or sixty-five had
perished during the night. A fourth part at least, we supposed, had
drowned themselves in despair. We only lost two of our own numbers,
neither of whom were officers. The deepest dejection was painted on
every face; each, having recovered himself, could now feel the horrors
of his situation; and some of us, shedding tears of despair, bitterly
deplored the rigour of our fate.</p>

<p>A new misfortune was now revealed to us. During the tumult, the rebels
had thrown into the sea two barrels of wine, and the only two casks of
water which we had upon the raft. Two casks of wine had been consumed
the day before, and only one was left. We were more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> than sixty in
number, and we were obliged to put ourselves on half rations.</p>

<p>At break of day, the sea calmed, which permitted us again to erect our
mast. When it was replaced, we made a distribution of wine. The unhappy
soldiers murmured and blamed us for privations which we equally endured
with them. They fell exhausted. We had taken nothing for forty-eight
hours, and we had been obliged to struggle continually against a strong
sea. We could, like them, hardly support ourselves; courage alone made
us still act. We resolved to employ every possible means to catch fish,
and, collecting all the hooks and eyes from the soldiers, made
fish-hooks of them, but all was of no avail. The currents carried our
lines under the raft, where they got entangled. We bent a bayonet to
catch sharks; one bit at it, and straightened it, and we abandoned our
project. Something was absolutely necessary to sustain our miserable
existence, and we tremble with horror at being obliged to tell that of
which we made use. We feel our pen fall from our hands: a mortal cold
congeals all our members, and our hair bristles erect on our foreheads.
Readers! we implore you, feel not indignant towards men already
overloaded with misery. Pity their condition, and shed a tear of sorrow
for their deplorable fate.</p>

<p>The wretches, whom death had spared during the disastrous night we have
described, seized upon the dead bodies with which the raft was covered,
cutting them up by slices, which some even instantly devoured. Many
nevertheless refrained. Almost all the officers were of this number.
Seeing that this monstrous food had revived the strength of those who
had used it, it was proposed to dry it, to make it a little more
palatable. Those who had firmness to abstain from it, took an additional
quantity of wine. We endeavoured to eat shoulder-belts and
cartouch-boxes, and contrived to swallow some small bits of them. Some
eat linen: others the leathers of the hats, on which was a little
grease, or rather dirt. We had recourse to many expedients to prolong
our miserable existence, to recount which would only disgust the heart
of humanity.</p>

<p>The day was calm and beautiful. A ray of hope beamed for a moment to
quiet our agitation. We still expected to see the boats or some ships,
and addressed our prayers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> to the Eternal, on whom we placed our trust.
The half of our men were extremely feeble, and bore upon their faces the
stamp of approaching dissolution. The evening arrived, and we found no
help. The darkness of the third night augmented our fears, but the wind
was still, and the sea less agitated. The sun of the fourth morning
since our departure shone upon our disaster, and showed us ten or twelve
of our companions stretched lifeless upon the raft. This sight struck us
most forcibly, as it told us we would be soon extended in the same
manner in the same place. We gave their bodies to the sea for a grave,
reserving only one to feed those who, but the day before, had held his
trembling hands, and sworn to him eternal friendship. This day was
beautiful. Our souls, anxious for more delightful sensations, were in
harmony with the aspect of the heavens, and got again a new ray of hope.
Towards four in the afternoon, an unlooked for event happened which gave
us some consolation. A shoal of flying fish passed under our raft, and
as there were an infinite number of openings between the pieces which
composed it, the fish were entangled in great quantities. We threw
ourselves upon them, and captured a considerable number. We took about
two hundred and put them in an empty barrel; we opened them as we caught
them, and took out what is called their milt. This food seemed
delicious; but one man would have required a thousand.<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">18</a> Our first
emotion was to give to God renewed thanks for this unhoped for favour.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18" class="fnanchor">18</a> These fish are very small, the largest not equal in size
to a small herring.</p></div>

<p>An ounce of gunpowder having been found in the morning, was dried in the
sun during the day, which was very fine; a steel, gun-flints, and tinder
made also a part of the same parcel. After a good deal of difficulty we
set fire to some fragments of dry linen. We made a large opening in the
side of an empty cask, and placed at the bottom of it several wet
things, and upon this kind of scaffolding we set our fire; all of which
we placed on a barrel that the sea-water might not extinguish it. We
cooked some fish and eat them with extreme avidity; but our hunger was
such, and our portion so small, that we added to it some of the
sacrilegious viands, which the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span>cooking rendered less revolting. This
some of the officers touched for the first time. From this day we
continued to eat it; but we could no longer dress it, the means of
making a fire having been entirely lost; the barrel having caught fire
we extinguished it without being able to preserve anything to rekindle
it on the morrow. The powder and tinder were entirely done. This meal
gave us all additional strength to support our fatigues. The night was
tolerable, and would have been happy, had it not been signalized by a
new massacre.</p>

<p>Some Spaniards, Italians, and negroes, had formed a plot to throw us all
into the sea. The negroes had told them that they were very near the
shore, and that, when there, they would enable them to traverse Africa
without danger. We had to take to our arms again, the sailors, who had
remained faithful to us, pointing out to us the conspirators. The first
signal for battle was given by a Spaniard, who, placing himself behind
the mast, holding fast by it, made the sign of the Cross with one hand,
invoking the name of God, and with the other held a knife. The sailors
seized him and threw him into the sea. An Italian, servant to an officer
of the troops, who was in the plot, seeing all was discovered, armed
himself with the only boarding axe left on the raft, made his retreat to
the front, enveloped himself in a piece of drapery he wore across his
breast, and of his own accord threw himself into the sea. The rebels
rushed forward to avenge their comrades; a terrible conflict again
commenced; both sides fought with desperate fury; and soon the fatal
raft was strewed with dead bodies and blood, which should have been shed
by other hands, and in another cause. In this tumult we heard them again
demanding, with horrid rage, the head of Lieut. Danglas! In this assault
the unfortunate sutler was a second time thrown into the sea. M. Coudin,
assisted by some workmen, saved her, to prolong for a little while her
torments and her existence.</p>

<p>In this terrible night Lavillette failed not to give proofs of the
rarest intrepidity. It was to him and some of these who have survived
the sequel of our misfortunes, that we owed our safety. At last, after
unheard of efforts, the rebels were once more repulsed, and quiet
restored. Having escaped this new danger, we endeavoured to get some
repose. The day at length dawned upon us for the fifth time.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> We were
now no more than thirty in number. We had lost four or five of our
faithful sailors, and those who survived were in the most deplorable
condition. The sea-water had almost entirely excoriated the skin of our
lower extremities; we were covered with contusions or wounds, which,
irritated by the salt water, extorted from us the most piercing cries.
About twenty of us only were capable of standing upright or walking.
Almost all our fish was exhausted; we had but four days' supply of wine:
in four days, said we, nothing will be left, and death will be
inevitable. Thus came the seventh day of our abandonment. In the course
of the day two soldiers had glided behind the only barrel of wine that
was left; pierced it, and were drinking by means of a reed. We had sworn
that those who used such means should be punished with death; which law
was instantly put in execution, and the two transgressors were thrown
into the sea.</p>

<p>This same day saw the close of the life of a child named Leon, aged
twelve years. He died like a lamp which ceases to burn for want of
aliment. All spoke in favour of this young and amiable creature, who
merited a better fate. His angelic form, his musical voice, the interest
of an age so tender, increased still more by the courage he had shown,
and the services he had performed, for he had already made in the
preceding year a campaign in the East Indies, inspired us all with the
greatest pity for this young victim, devoted to so horrible and
premature a death. Our old soldiers and all our people in general did
every thing they could to prolong his existence, but all was in vain.
Neither the wine which they gave him without regret, nor all the means
they employed, could arrest his melancholy doom, and he expired, in the
arms of M. Coudin, who had not ceased to give him the most unwearied
attention. Whilst he had strength to move, he ran incessantly from one
side to the other, loudly calling for his unhappy mother, for water and
food. He trode indiscriminately on the feet and legs of his companions
in misfortune, who, in their turn, uttered sorrowful cries, but these
were very rarely accompanied with menaces; they pardoned all which the
poor boy had made them suffer. He was not in his senses, consequently
could not be expected to behave as if he had had the use of his reason.</p>

<p>There now remained but twenty-seven of us. Fifteen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> of that number
seemed able to live yet some days; the rest, covered with large wounds,
had almost entirely lost the use of their reason. They still, however,
shared in the distributions, and would, before they died, consume thirty
or forty bottles of wine, which to us were inestimable. We deliberated,
that by putting the sick on half allowance was but putting them to death
by halves; but after a counsel, at which presided the most dreadful
despair, it was decided they should be thrown into the sea. This means,
however repugnant, however horrible it appeared to us, procured the
survivors six days' wine. But after the decision was made, who durst
execute it? The habit of seeing death ready to devour us; the certainty
of our infallible destruction without this monstrous expedient; all, in
short, had hardened our hearts to every feeling but that of
self-preservation. Three sailors and a soldier took charge of this cruel
business. We looked aside and shed tears of blood at the fate of these
unfortunates. Among them were the wretched Sutler and her husband. Both
had been grievously wounded in the different combats. The woman had a
thigh broken between the beams of the raft, and a stroke of a sabre had
made a deep wound in the head of her husband. Every thing announced
their approaching end. We console ourselves with the belief that our
cruel resolution shortened but a brief space the term of their
existence. Ye who shudder at the cry of outraged humanity, recollect,
that it was other men, fellow-countrymen, comrades, who had placed us in
this awful situation!</p>

<p>This horrible expedient saved the fifteen who remained; for when we were
found by the Argus brig, we had very little wine left, and it was the
sixth day after the cruel sacrifice we have described. The victims, we
repeat, had not more than forty-eight hours to live, and by keeping them
on the raft, we would have been absolutely destitute of the means of
existence two days before we were found. Weak as we were, we considered
it as a certain thing, that it would have been impossible for us to have
lived only twenty-four hours more without taking some food. After this
catastrophe, we threw our arms into the sea; they inspired us with a
horror we could not overcome. We only kept one sabre, in case we had to
cut some cordage or some piece of wood.</p>

<p>A new event, for every thing was an <i>event</i> to wretches<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> to whom the
world was reduced to the narrow space of a few toises, and for whom the
winds and waves contended in their fury as they floated above the abyss;
an event happened which diverted our minds from the horrors of our
situation. All on a sudden a white butterfly, of a species common in
France, came fluttering above our heads, and settled on our sail. The
first thought this little creature suggested was, that it was the
harbinger of approaching land, and we clung to the hope with a delirium
of joy. It was the ninth day we had been upon the raft; the torments of
hunger consumed our entrails; and the soldiers and sailors already
devoured with haggard eyes this wretched prey, and seemed ready to
dispute about it. Others looking upon it as a messenger from Heaven,
declared that they took it under their protection, and would suffer none
to do it harm. It is certain we could not be far from land, for the
butterflies continued to come on the following days, and flutter about
our sail. We had also on the same day another indication not less
positive, by a Go&eacute;land which flew around our raft. This second visitor
left us not a doubt that we were fast approaching the African soil, and
we persuaded ourselves we would be speedily thrown upon the coast by the
force of the currents.</p>

<p>This same day a new care employed us. Seeing we were reduced to so small
a number, we collected all the little strength we had left, detached
some planks on the front of the raft, and, with some pretty long pieces
of wood, raised on the centre a kind of platform, on which we reposed.
All the effects we could collect were placed upon it, and rendered to
make it less hard; which also prevented the sea from passing with such
facility through the spaces between the different planks, but the waves
came across, and sometimes covered us completely.</p>

<p>On this new theatre we resolved to meet death in a manner becoming
Frenchmen, and with perfect resignation. Our time was almost wholly
spent in speaking of our unhappy country. All our wishes, our last
prayers, were for the prosperity of France. Thus passed the last days of
our abode upon the Raft.</p>

<p>Soon after our abandonment, we bore with comparative ease the immersions
during the nights, which are very cold in these countries; but latterly,
every time the waves<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> washed over us, we felt a most painful sensation,
and we uttered plaintive cries. We employed every means to avoid it.
Some supported their heads on pieces of wood, and made with what they
could find a sort of little parapet to screen them from the force of the
waves; others sheltered themselves behind two empty casks. But these
means were very insufficient; it was only when the sea was calm that it
did not break over us.</p>

<p>An ardent thirst, redoubled in the day by the beams of a burning sun,
consumed us. An officer of the army found by chance a small lemon, and
it may be easily imagined how valuable such a fruit would be to him. His
comrades, in spite of the most urgent entreaties, could not get a bit of
it from him. Signs of rage were already manifested, and had he not
partly listened to the solicitations of those around him, they would
have taken it by force, and he would have perished the victim of his
selfishness. We also disputed about thirty clover of garlic which were
found in the bottom of a sack. These disputes were for the most part
accompanied with violent menaces, and if they had been prolonged, we
might perhaps have come to the last extremities. There was found also
two small phials, in which was a spirituous liquid for cleaning the
teeth. He who possessed them kept them with care, and gave with
reluctance one or two drops in the palm of the hand. This liquor which,
we think, was a tincture of guiacum, cinnamon, cloves, and other
aromatic substances, produced on our tongues an agreeable feeling, and
for a short while removed the thirst which destroyed us. Some of us
found some small pieces of powder, which made, when put into the mouth,
a kind of coolness. One plan generally employed was to put into a hat a
quantity of sea-water, with which we washed our faces for a while,
repeating it at intervals. We also bathed our hair, and held our hands
in the water.<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">19</a> Misfortune made us<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> ingenious, and each thought of a
thousand means to alleviate his sufferings. Emaciated by the most cruel
privations, the least agreeable feeling was to us a happiness supreme.
Thus we sought with avidity a small empty phial which one of us
possessed, and in which had once been some essence of roses; and every
one as he got hold of it respired with delight the odour it exhaled,
which imparted to his senses the most soothing impressions. Many of us
kept our ration of wine in a small tin cup, and sucked it out with a
quill. This manner of taking it was of great benefit to us, and allayed
our thirst much better than if we had gulped it of at once.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19" class="fnanchor">19</a> People in a similar situation as that described here, have
found great benefit by soaking their clothes in the sea, and then
dressing themselves with them. This means was not resorted to by the
sufferers on the fatal raft.
</p><p>
Mungo Park when much afflicted by thirst in the Desert, found great
relief by keeping a pebble in his mouth.&mdash;<span class="smcap">Trans.</span></p></div>

<p>Three days passed in inexpressible anguish. So much did we despise life,
that many of us feared not to bathe in sight of the sharks which
surrounded our raft; others placed themselves naked upon the front of
our machine, which was under water. These expedients diminished a little
the ardour of their thirst. A species of molusca, known to seamen by the
name of <i>gat&egrave;re</i>, was sometimes driven in great numbers on our raft; and
when their long arms rested on our naked bodies, they occasioned us the
most cruel sufferings. Will it be believed, that admist these terrible
scenes, struggling with inevitable death, some of us uttered
pleasantries which made us yet smile, in spite of the horrors of our
situation? One, besides others, said jestingly, "<i>If the brig is sent to
search for us, pray God it has the eyes of Argus</i>," in allusion to the
name of the vessel we presumed would be sent to our assistance. This
consolatory idea never left us an instant, and we spoke of it
frequently.</p>

<p>On the 16th, reckoning we were very near land, eight of the most
determined among us resolved to endeavour to gain the coast. A second
raft, of smaller dimensions, was formed for transporting them thither;
but it was found insufficient, and they at length determined to await
death in their present situation. Meanwhile night came on, and its
sombre veil revived in our minds the most afflicting thoughts. We were
convinced there were not above a dozen or fifteen bottles of wine in our
barrel. We began to have an invincible disgust at the flesh which had
till then scarcely supported us; and we may say, that the sight of it
inspired us with feelings of horror, doubtless produced by the idea of
our approaching destruction.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> On the morning of the 17th, the sun
appeared free from clouds. After having addressed our prayers to the
Eternal, we divided among us a part of our wine. Each, with delight, was
taking his small portion, when a captain of infantry, casting his eyes
on the horizon, perceived a ship, and announced it to us by an
exclamation of joy. We knew it to be a brig, but it was at a great
distance; we could only distinguish the masts. The sight of this vessel
revived in us emotions difficult to describe. Each believed his
deliverance sure, and we gave a thousand thanks to God. Fears, however,
mingled with our hopes. We straightened some hoops of casks, to the ends
of which we fixed handkerchiefs of different colours. A man, with our
united assistance, mounted to the top of the mast, and waved these
little flags. For more than half an hour, we were tossed between hope
and fear. Some thought the vessel grew larger, and others were convinced
its course was from us. These last were the only ones whose eyes were
not blinded by hope, for the ship disappeared.</p>

<p>From the delirium of joy, we passed to that of despondency and sorrow.
We envied the fate of those whom we had seen perish at our sides; and we
said to ourselves, "When we shall be in want of every thing, and when
our strength begins to forsake us, we will wrap ourselves up as well as
we can, we will stretch ourselves on this platform, the witness of the
most cruel sufferings, and there await death with resignation." At
length, to calm our despair, we sought for consolation in the arms of
sleep. The day before, we had been scorched by the beams of a burning
sun; to-day, to avoid the fierceness of his rays, we made a tent with
the main-sail of the frigate. As soon as it was finished, we laid
ourselves under it; thus all that was passing without was hid from our
eyes. We proposed then to write upon a plank an abridgement of our
adventures, and to add our names at the bottom of the recital, and fix
it to the upper part of the mast, in the hope it would reach the
government and our families.</p>

<p>After having passed two hours, a prey to the most cruel reflections, the
master gunner of the frigate, wishing to go to the front of the raft,
went out from below the tent. Scarcely had he put out his head, when he
turned to us, uttering a piercing cry. Joy was painted upon his face;
his hands were stretched towards the sea; he breathed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> with difficulty.
All he was able to say was: "<span class="smcap">Saved! see the brig upon us!</span><span title="Transcriber's Note: Quotation mark added after &quot;us!&quot;">"</span> and in fact
it was not more than half a league distant, having every sail set, and
steering right upon us. We rushed from our tent; even those whom
enormous wounds in their inferior extremities had confined for many
days, dragged themselves to the back of the raft, to enjoy a sight of
the ship which had come to save us from certain death. We embraced one
another with a transport which looked much like madness, and tears of
joy trickled down our cheeks, withered by the most cruel privations.
Each seized handkerchiefs, or some pieces of linen, to make signals to
the brig, which was rapidly approaching us. Some fell on their knees,
and fervently returned thanks to Providence for this miraculous
preservation of their lives. Our joy redoubled when we saw at the top of
the fore-mast a large white flag, and we cried, "It is then to Frenchmen
we will owe our deliverance." We instantly recognised the brig to be the
Argus; it was then about two gun-shots from us. We were terribly
impatient to see her reef her sails, which at last she did, and fresh
cries of joy arose from our raft. The Argus came and lay-to on our
starboard, about half a pistol-shot from us. The crew, ranged upon the
deck and on the shrouds, announced to us, by the waving of their hands
and hats, the pleasure they felt at coming to the assistance of their
unfortunate countrymen. In a short time we were all transported on board
the brig, where we found the lieutenant of the frigate, and some others
who had been wrecked with us. Compassion was painted on every face; and
pity drew tears from every eye which beheld us.</p>

<p>We found some excellent broth on board the brig, which they had
prepared, and when they had perceived us they added to it some wine, and
thus restored our nearly exhausted strength. They bestowed on us the
most generous care and attention; our wounds were dressed, and on the
morrow many of our sick began to revive. Some, however, still suffered
much, for they were placed between decks, very near the kitchen, which
augmented the almost insupportable heat of these latitudes. This want of
space arose from the small size of the vessel. The number of the
shipwrecked was indeed very considerable. Those who did not belong to
the navy were laid upon cables, wrapped in flags, and placed under the
fire of the kitchen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> Here they had almost perished during the course of
the night, fire having broken out between decks about ten in the
evening; but timely assistance being rendered, we were saved for the
second time. We had scarcely escaped when some of us became again
delirious. An officer of infantry wished to throw himself into the sea,
to look for his pocket-book, and would have done it had he not been
prevented. Others were seized in a manner not less frenzied.</p>

<p>The commander and officers of the brig watched over us, and kindly
anticipated our wants. They snatched us from death, by saving us from
our raft; their unremitting care revived within us the spark of life.
The surgeon of the ship, M. Renaud, distinguished himself for his
indefatigable zeal. He was obliged to spend the whole of the day in
dressing our wounds; and during the two days we were on the brig, he
bestowed on us all the aid of his art, with an attention and gentleness
which merit our eternal gratitude.</p>

<p>In truth, it was time we should find an end of our sufferings; they had
lasted thirteen days, in the most cruel manner. The strongest among us
might have lived forty-eight hours, or so, longer. M. Corr&eacute;ard felt that
he must die in the course of the day; he had, however, a presentiment we
would be saved. He said, that a series of events so unheard of would not
be buried in oblivion; that Providence would at least preserve some of
us to tell to the world the melancholy story of our misfortunes.</p>

<p>Such is the faithful history of those who were left upon the memorable
raft. Of one hundred and fifty, fifteen only were saved. Five of that
number never recovered their fatigue, and died at St Louis. Those who
yet live are covered with scars; and the cruel sufferings to which they
have been exposed, have materially shaken their constitution.&mdash;Naufrage
de la Fr&eacute;gate la Meduse; par A. <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;Correard&quot; changed to &quot;Corr&eacute;ard&quot;">Corr&eacute;ard</span> et J.&nbsp;B.&nbsp;H. Savigny. Seconde
Edition. Paris, 8vo. 1818.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span></p>



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<h2><a name="NOTES" id="NOTES"></a>NOTES.</h2>


<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><a name="NOTE_A" id="NOTE_A"></a>Note A</span>, p. <a href="#FNanchor_7_7">100</a>.</p>

<p>In preparing their corn for food, the natives use a large wooden mortar
called a <i>paloon</i>, in which they bruise the seed until it parts with the
outer covering, or husk, which is then separated from the clean corn, by
exposing it to the wind, nearly in the same manner as wheat is cleaned
from the chaff in England. The corn thus freed from the husk, is
returned to the mortar, and beaten into meal; which is dressed variously
in different countries; but the most common preparation of it among the
nations of the Gambia, is a sort of pudding, which they call kouskous.
It is made by first moistening the flour with water, and then stirring
and shaking it about in a large calabash, or gourd, till it adheres
together in small granules, resembling sago. It is then put into an
earthen pot, whose bottom is perforated with a number of holes; and this
pot being placed upon another, the two vessels are luted together,
either with a paste of meal and water, or cow-dung, and placed upon the
fire. In the lower vessel is commonly some animal food and water, the
steam or vapour of which ascends through the perforations in the bottom
of the upper vessel, and softens and prepares the kouskous, which is
very much esteemed throughout all the countries that I visited. I am
informed, that the same manner of preparing flour is very generally used
on the Barbary coast, and that the dish so prepared is there so called
by the same name. It is therefore probable, that the Negroes borrowed
the practise from the Moors.</p>

<p>For gratifying a taste for variety, another sort of pud<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span>ding, called
<i>realing</i>, is sometimes prepared from the meal of corn; and they have
also adopted two or three different modes of dressing their rice. Of
vegetable food, therefore, the natives have no want; and although the
common class of people are but sparingly supplied with animal food, yet
this article is not wholly withheld from them.&mdash;Park's Travels, in 1795,
1796, and 1797, pp. 10, 11. Lond. 1799, 4to.</p>


<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><a name="NOTE_B" id="NOTE_B"></a>Note B</span>, p. <a href="#FNanchor_8_8">103</a>.</p>

<p>I cannot withhold the following notice of the worthy Major's death,
extracted from a work lately published, entitled Travels, in Western
Africa, in the years 1818, 1819, 1820 and 1821, by Major William Gray.
Lond. 1825, 8vo.</p>

<p>"On that day (24th December) Major Peddie was attacked with a violent
fever, from which he experienced little relief until the morning of the
1st of January 1817, when, thinking himself better, he left his bed, but
was soon obliged to resume it, and in a few hours breathed his last.</p>

<p>"This was a sad commencement of the new year, and the melancholy event
cast a heavy gloom on the minds of every individual connected with the
expedition. It made so deep an impression on some, that it was with much
difficulty they could be prevailed on not to abandon the enterprise.
Never was a man more sincerely beloved, nor more truly regretted, by all
who knew him. His remains were deposited, amidst the heartfelt regrets
of his friends and companions, on the following day, in the court-yard
of Mr Beatman, under the shade of two orange-trees; and an appropriate
epitaph, written by Captain Campbell, and carved on a slab of native
mahogany, was placed on his grave." pp. 67.</p>


<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><a name="NOTE_C" id="NOTE_C"></a>Note C</span>, p. <a href="#FNanchor_10_10">108</a>.</p>

<p>When we had reached the other side of the river, they drew the piroque
on land. This is the only way that the people of the country have to
secure their little boats, which the surge would instantly fill, when
they cannot cast anchor at a sufficient distance from the shore.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span></p>

<p>This <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;mau&#339;uvre&quot; changed to &quot;man&#339;uvre&quot;">man&#339;uvre</span> did not occupy a long time, and I bent my steps to the
village of Sor. I was kindly welcomed as usual; and I requested them to
point out to me the best place for hunting; for I had that day left my
interpreter, because I had gained a sufficient knowledge of the language
of the country to understand all that the negroes said to me, and to
make myself understood by them. They led me in a direction whence I had
seen a troop of antelopes scamper off; but I thought no more of the
chase after I had seen a tree, the enormous dimensions of which
completely rivetted my attention. It was a calabash tree, otherwise
called the monkey-bread tree, which the Woloffs call <i>goui</i> in their
language. Its height was nothing extraordinary, being but about sixty
feet; but its trunk was of prodigious dimensions. I spanned it thirteen
times with my arms stretched out, but it was more; and, for greater
exactness, I at last measured it with twine, and found its circumference
to be sixty-five feet, its diameter consequently nearly twenty-two feet.
I believe there has never been any thing seen equal to it in any
country; and, I am persuaded that, had our ancient travellers known it,
they would not have failed to have included it among the wonders of the
world. It is also very astonishing that this tree has been totally
neglected by those who have given us the history of Senegal, especially
as there are but few common to the country.</p>

<p>The trunk of the one which I saw was twenty-two feet in diameter, about
eight or twelve feet in height, with many branches, some of which
stretched out horizontally, and touched the ground with their tops.
These were very large, some being about forty-five or fifty-five feet in
length. Each branch would have made one of the largest trees in Europe;
and the tout ensemble of the monkey-bread tree looked less like a single
tree than a forest. This was not all. The negro who conducted me took me
to a second, which was sixty-three feet in circumference, that is
twenty-one feet in diameter, and appeared to be about one hundred and
ten feet in length, without counting the root which was concealed under
the waters of a neighbouring river, the depth of which I had no means of
ascertaining. The same negro told me of a third which was not far from
the place where we were, and added that, without leaving the island, I
would see a great many more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> which were not much inferior in size, pp.
54, 55.&mdash;Histoire Naturelle du S&eacute;n&eacute;gal; avec le Relation abr&eacute;g&eacute;e d'un
Voyage fait en ce Pays, pendant les ann&eacute;es, 1749, 1750, 1751, 1752 and
1753. Par M. Adanson, Correspondant de l'Academie Royale des Sciences,
Paris, 1757, 4to.</p>

<p>It was night before we reached Cogn&eacute;. Our route was bordered with
gum-trees, the yellow flowers of which, arranged in circular bunches,
spread a delicious perfume. We also saw some <i>rates</i>. The bark of this
tree yields a yellow dye; its leaf is without indentation, and of a
beautiful green; it is not very high; the wood is white, and the bark is
easily reduced to powder. This was the first time that I saw the <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;buobab&quot; changed to &quot;baobab&quot;">baobab</span>,
that enormous tree which has been described by Adanson, and which bears
his name. I measured one, and found it to be forty feet in
circumference. Stripped at this time of its foliage, it resembled an
immense wooden tower. This majestic mass is the only monument of
antiquity to be met with in Africa. I am astonished that the negroes
have not paid to this tree the same honours that the Druids did to the
oak; for to them the baobab is perhaps the most valuable of vegetables.
Its leaves are used for leaven, its bark furnishes indistructible
cordage; and the bees form their hives in the cavities of its trunk. The
negroes, too, often shelter themselves from storms in its time-worn
caverns. The baobab is indisputably the monarch of African trees, p.
41.&mdash;Travels in the interior of Africa, to the sources of the Senegal
and Gambia, by G. Mollien. Lond. 1820, 4to.</p>

<p>Mollien was one of the shipwrecked in the Medusa, and who got to the
shores of the desert in the boats.&mdash;<i>Trans.</i></p>


<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><a name="NOTE_D" id="NOTE_D"></a>Note D</span>, p. <a href="#FNanchor_11_11">110</a>.</p>

<p>The kingdom of Kajaaga, in which I was now arrived, is called by the
French Gallam; but the name that I have adopted is universally used by
the natives.&mdash;Park's Travels, c.&nbsp;v.&nbsp;p.&nbsp;1.</p>


<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><a name="NOTE_E" id="NOTE_E"></a>Note E</span>, p. <a href="#FNanchor_12_12">111</a>.</p>

<p>About eight o'clock, we passed a large town called Kabba, situated in
the midst of a beautiful and highly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> cultivated country; bearing a
greater resemblance to the centre of England, than what I should have
supposed had been the middle of Africa. The people were everywhere
employed in collecting the fruit of the Shea-trees, from which they
prepare the vegetable butter, mentioned in a former part of this work.
These trees grow in great abundance all over this part of Bambaraa. They
are not planted by the natives, but are found growing naturally in the
woods; and, in clearing wood-land for cultivation, every tree is cut
down but the Shea. The tree itself very much resembles the American oak;
and the fruit, from the kernel of which, being first dried in the sun,
the butter is prepared by boiling the kernel in water, has somewhat the
appearance of a Spanish olive. The kernel is enveloped in a sweet pulp,
under a thin green rind; and the butter produced from it, besides the
advantage of its keeping the whole year without salt; is whiter, firmer,
and, to my palate, of a richer flavour, than the best butter I ever
tasted made from cows' milk. The growth and preparation of this
commodity seem to be among the first objects of African industry in this
and the neighbouring states; and it constitutes a main article of their
inland commerce.&mdash;Park's Travels, pp. 202, 203.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span></p>



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<h2><a name="PART_II" id="PART_II"></a>II.</h2>

<h2>NARRATIVE OF THE CAPTIVITY OF M. DE BRISSON</h2>
<h3>IN THE DESERTS OF AFRICA,</h3>
<h3>IN THE YEAR 1785.</h3>

<p class="center">TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.</p>
<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p>


<p>After making several voyages to Africa, which had been attended with
much difficulty, trouble and loss, I received orders, in the month of
June 1785, from Mons. le Marechal de Castries, Minister and Secretary of
the Marine Department, to embark for the island of St Louis, in Senegal,
in the Ship St Catherine, Captain le Turc commander, the same officer
who gained so great a character last war, when commander of the
Flessinguois.</p>

<p>Having examined all the coasts from France to the Canary Islands, on the
10th of July following, we passed between these isles and that of Palma,
about three o'clock in the afternoon.</p>

<p>Previous to our leaving France, I had taken care to apprise the Captain
of the danger to which we should be exposed, in these latitudes, from
the violence of the currents. I remarked to him, that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> every time I had
passed that way, I found cause to fear our being windbound on the coasts
of Barbary. This advice, the result of experience, should have met with
attention from Captain le Turc; I therefore again repeated it, the
moment I perceived the sea began to assume a clearer tinge, and inquired
if he did not intend to sound. <i>What are you afraid of?</i> said he, <i>the
land! we are more than eighty leagues from it.</i></p>

<p>Allow me here to express my disapprobation of that immoderate
self-conceit and confidence, for which the captains of trading vessels,
especially those who visit these coasts, are so remarkable. However
important an advice may be, they are not disposed to pay any regard to
it; and of whatever kind the impending dangers appear, so much
confidence have they in their own abilities, that they are better
pleased to repair damage than prevent it.</p>

<p>The under captain made me a very similar reply with his superior. Alas!
too soon they experimentally found my fears were far from groundless!</p>

<p>At midnight, I was awakened by a violent motion of the ship, and,
thinking we were aground, I immediately leaped on deck. Judge my
surprise, when I observed a kind of creek formed by the rocks. The
mariners were all sound asleep. I quickly awaked them:&mdash;<i>Save
yourselves</i>, cried I, <i>we are near the shore!</i> The captain got up in
great consternation; and in his alarm, in which his officers partook,
ordered them to steer towards the rocks. The vessel thus directed, and
hurried at the same time by the force of contending currents, struck
thrice on the sands, and remained immoveable.</p>

<p>Suddenly a horrid cry was heard; the masts<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> were shaken; and the sails
being violently shattered, were torn to pieces. The terror became
universal, and the cries of the mariners were blended with the horrid
noise of the roaring waves, enraged as it were that their course should
be stopped by the rocks and the vessel, between which they were to pass.
So great was the consternation that no one thought of doing any thing
for his preservation. O, my wife!&mdash;O, my children!&mdash;they cry to one
another, raising their hands to heaven. Meantime, they cut the masts by
the board, in order, if possible, to right the ship. Vain trouble&mdash;the
cabin is already filled with water.</p>

<p>In this dismal situation, I made up to the Captain, who, in his
perplexity, could pay attention to nothing. It was but eighteen months
before, that Captain Cassin had experienced a similar accident near Cape
Blanc. In his desperation, he had occasioned the loss of many unhappy
wretches by blowing out his own brains. I began to fear that Captain le
Turc might act in the same manner, and that we should lose him too. I
therefore besought him to have patience, and endeavoured to raise his
spirits and courage, but in vain. We had without doubt perished, if M.
Yan, his first lieutenant, M. Suret, a passenger, three English sailors
and some others, encouraged by my example, had not assisted in throwing
over the long boat into the sea, and preventing it afterwards from being
broken to pieces against the ship, or sunk. We were compelled to
struggle the whole night with a boisterous sea, in hopes that, when day
appeared, we might effect a landing on the coast, and shun the rocks
which surrounded us on every side.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span></p>

<p>Having taken every precaution, I went into the boat with a few of the
sailors, and desired they would throw to us some ropes from the ship, to
moor our boat, by which means they might pull the boat again to the
vessel, in case we were lucky enough to get a safe landing. This was the
only method we could think of for preserving the Captain, his mate, and
about three-fourths of the hands, who did not incline to hazard
themselves in the boat, for the first trial.</p>

<p>Scarcely had we made two strokes with the oars, when the ebbing and
flowing of the waves tore them from the hands of the rowers, and the
boat was overset; the waves parted us, and cast us all on the shore,
except the Sieur Devoise, brother of the Consul of Tripoli, in Syria. I
plunged again into the sea, and was lucky enough, at that instant, to
snatch him from the grave.</p>

<p>Our unfortunate friends on board the ship, had now no prospect of
assistance from us; but I speedily endeavoured to refresh them with
hope; and for this end again threw myself into the water, accompanied by
Sieur Yan, who always zealously supported me. He soon engaged the rest
to assist us in attempting to recover the boat, which we did with much
difficulty. Our labour was however abundantly repaid, when we had
brought the whole crew safe to land.&mdash;Thus did we escape this first
danger, only to fall victims to a second vastly more terrible.</p>

<p>I inquired at the Captain, at what distance he supposed we were from
Senegal; but his answer was not satisfactory. Ignorant to what hand we
should turn, I informed my companions in misfortune, that I could not
flatter myself with the hopes of conduct<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span>ing them to any village of the
tribe of Trargia, where I might perhaps have been known by some Arab who
had relations at the island of St Louis. "In this case," said I, "our
captivity would have been shorter and less rigorous; but I am afraid we
may fall in with some hordes of the tribe of the Ouadelims and
Labdesseba, a ferocious people, who live in a manner truly savage, who
always wander through the deserts, and subsist on the milk of their
camels."</p>

<p>We had no sooner landed, than I persuaded my companions to ascend the
rocks to discover upon what country Providence had cast us. When we
reached the summit, we perceived a vast plain, covered with white sand,
and interspersed with certain plants, resembling branches of coral.
These plants carry a small grain, of the same colour, and almost the
same shape, with mustard. The Arabians call it Avezoud: they gather it
and make it up into a paste, on which they feast. We observed that the
distant hills were covered with a species of wild fern, which bore the
appearance of an extensive forest.</p>

<p>In proceeding towards the hills, I found some camel's dung under my
feet, and soon after observed the animals pasturing here and there.
There remained therefore no doubt of the country being inhabited, a
discovery which was very agreeable to us; for although we were entirely
ignorant what sort of people they were into whose hands we had fallen,
we were very happy in the thoughts of approaching some inhabited
village, as hunger began to press very hard. I knew better than any of
them, from former experience, what we had to fear from hunger, and still
more from thirst.</p>

<p>I was occupied with these dismal reflections,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> when I observed at a
distance some children eagerly gathering together their herds of goats,
and driving them away before them. I instantly concluded that we were
discovered, and that our presence had occasioned some terror amongst
them. The cries of the children spread the alarm to the neighbouring
camps, and the inhabitants very soon appeared coming out to meet us.
When they had observed us a little, they separated from one another,
skipping and bouncing about upon the sand; they covered their faces with
their hands, and screamed out with horrid cries. We had now every reason
to believe these people were acquainted with Europeans. Their gestures,
and operations in order to surround us, bore no favourable aspect. I
therefore charged my unfortunate companions, by all means to keep
together, and to proceed in order, till I should be within hearing of
the natives. In my former voyages to Senegal, I had acquired a few
Arabian words, which I hoped would prove useful on this occasion. First,
then, I fastened a white handkerchief to the top of my cane, in the
manner of a flag. Perhaps, thought I, they may have some acquaintance
with this signal, the rather, if any of them may have seen it at
Senegal, or if they have observed any vessel on their coasts, they may
perhaps conceive that we are unhappy Frenchmen whom shipwreck has thrown
on their coasts.</p>

<p>When we drew near to the savages, some of our people, among whom were
the first and second lieutenants, went apart from the rest; they were
immediately beset and seized by the collar. It was not till this moment,
that, by the reflection of the sun upon the polished steel of their
poignards, we observed they were armed. Ignorant of this, I had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span>
consequently advanced without fear. As the two unhappy men who had been
seized did not appear again, I did what I could to compose my
companions; but my attempts were vain; terror seized them, and they all
began to cry out in despair, and disperse from one another. The Arabs,
armed with great cutlasses and small clubs, fell upon them with
incredible ferocity; and I soon saw some of them lying wounded, and
others stript and naked, stretched out expiring on the sand.</p>

<p>Amidst this horrid massacre, I observed an unarmed Arab. From his
appearance, I conceived he was one of those who had accompanied Prince
Allicoury, in a former visit which he made to the Isle of St Louis. I
immediately ran up to him, and threw myself into his arms. After
examining me some time, he cast a disdainful look on me, on the Sieur
Devoise, the mate of the ship, and five others of my companions who
never would leave me, sufficient to convince us our situation was not
more favourable than our neighbours. He then took my hand, examined it
attentively, counted my fingers, slipped his hand into mine, and, after
making several motions with his head, he inquired at me, Who are you?
What are you doing here? How came you hither? I traced upon the sand,
the figure of a ship, and by means of a few Arabic words with which I
was acquainted, and my gestures, I succeeded so far as to make him
understand, that I entreated his assistance to conduct us to the place
appointed for us. I also informed him, that I had about me what would
abundantly repay him for his trouble&mdash;an argument which I found he more
readily understood, and much more weighty in his mind than any other;
for he immediately en<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span>twisted his fingers with mine, to show me that,
from that moment, we became closely united, and upon the spot desired me
to give him the effects of which I had spoken. I then delivered to him
two very elegant watches, one of which was a repeater, with their
chains, a gold buckle for the neckcloth, two pair of silver buckles, a
ring set with diamonds, a goblet and silver cover, and the sum of two
hundred and twenty livres in specie. I easily observed that if the
jewels were acceptable, the silver was much more so. He concealed his
treasure with great care and secrecy in his shirt, which was blue,
promising me at the same time, that he would not forsake me. The
precaution which I had taken to preserve these jewels, in the hope of
gaining, by their means, the good will of any person into whose hands I
should fall, proved in the end a cause of very great regret to me.</p>

<p>As soon as my Arab had secured his booty, he inquired upon what coast we
had been shipwrecked. I pointed it out to him, and he immediately called
upon some of his people, whom he desired to follow him. From the manner
in which they approached him, I perceived that my protector was a man of
some note; indeed he proved to be their priest, whom they called Talbe.</p>

<p>Having reached the sea-shore, they began to raise a great shout of joy;
but the jealousy which was visible on their countenances, speedily
damped their spirits. They wished that we would swim to the ship, and
recover all that possibly could be saved; but we excused ourselves,
alleging that we could not swim; and they were thus obliged to go
themselves. It was impossible for those who remained on the shore to
conceal their fear, lest<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> their neighbours who swam should be greater
sharers in the spoil than they. The women, in particular, showed
excessive uneasiness on this head.</p>

<p>Meanwhile, the news of our shipwreck spread quickly through the country,
and the covetous savages flocked from all quarters, in such numbers, as
could not fail to excite suspicion: they soon came to blows, and several
of them lost their lives. The furious women who could not reach the ship
to pillage, fell upon us, and tore from our backs the few remaining
clothes: they attached themselves particularly to me, because mine had
been better preserved, and therefore merited the preference.</p>

<p>My master, who was a very great warrior, and who perceived that the
number of Arabs was continually increasing, called two of his friends,
whom he had, very craftily, made sharers with him, in the property of
twelve of the shipwrecked people, who had surrendered themselves to him.
This was the best expedient to form a party, and to preserve the share
which he had in reserve for himself. After having made the necessary
<span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;arangement&quot; changed to &quot;arrangement&quot;">arrangement</span>, for securing his share of the booty taken from the ship,
and the slaves which he had acquired, he separated us from the crowd,
putting us under shelter to prevent our being insulted. This was a
miserable hut covered with moss, and situated more than a league from
the sea, where we were all lodged, or rather crammed together.</p>

<p>The first care of our patron was to visit us frequently, fearing that we
should conceal any thing from him. Unhappily for my comrades, they could
get nothing preserved, from the harsh manner in which he treated them.
He stripped them even to their shirt and handkerchief; and gave them to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span>
understand, if he did it not himself, others would. He seemed inclined
to come to the same extremities with me, but I observed to him that I
had already given him enough; so he left me undisturbed.</p>

<p>I had not yet learned into what tribe we had fallen. In order therefore
to get information, I addressed myself to our master, with whom I had
the following conversation, partly by words, and partly by signs. "What
is your name, and to what tribe do you belong? and why have you fled
from the companies which are more advanced upon the sea-coast?"&mdash;"My
name is Sidy Mahammet del Zouze; my tribe is that of Labdesseba; and I
fled from the Ouadelims, because we could not live on good terms with
them. But as to you, what is your name? and are you brother to these
people?" (pointing to my companions). I answered all his questions; but
was not a little distressed to learn, that we had fallen into the hands
of the fiercest of all the inhabitants of the Arabian Deserts. I
foresaw, from this hour, what distress and uneasiness we were to suffer,
till the time we should be delivered.&mdash;Well, then! how shall that be?
Alas, I durst not any longer flatter myself with this idea.</p>

<p>My fears were too well founded. My master, after having secreted in the
sand the little treasure with which I had enriched him, returned to the
sea-coast, to see what further accrued to him from the pillage of the
ship. During his absence, a troop of the Ouadelims came to attack our
retreat. They plundered, pillaged and ransacked the whole; they seized
us, some by the neck, and others by the hair. Two of them turned to me,
took hold of me by the arms, and threw me sometimes on the one side, and
sometimes on the other. The few clothes I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> had remaining, seemed to be
the object of their jealous fury. Others at the same time running up to
me, surrounded me, lifted me up, and dragged me to a lonely place, and
after having pulled off my shirt and neckcloth, they threw me behind
some heaps of sand. There they committed every sort of outrage on my
person. I thought I was now in my last moments, and expected I should
expire under their blows. The ropes they had prepared to bind me, seemed
to announce death to me. I was thus cruelly perplexed, when one of my
master's associates came running up to us quite out of breath. "Stop,"
cried he, "you have committed unheard of enormities in the hut of Sidy
Mahammet, our Talbe. Not satisfied with carrying off his slave, you have
trampled under foot, in your fury, the sacred books of our religion. The
priest enraged at your sacrilegious conduct, has required the old men of
the two parties to assemble, and judge the culprits in open council.
Believe me, returning the slave is the only way you have to appease his
rage, and to prevent the consequences."<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">20</a> This threatening produced
the effect intended by the messenger of Mahammet. I was delivered back
into his hands, by those who had treated me so cruelly after separating
me from my companions. And he carried me immediately away, to deliver me
up to fresh torments.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20" class="fnanchor">20</a> I was not at this time so well acquainted with Arabic as
to understand this conversation, and several others which I will recite;
but after I acquired some knowledge of the language, my master caused me
repeat them to him.</p></div>

<p>Nouegem (this was the name of my deliverer) conducted me straight to the
place where the coun<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span>cil sat, and when he had presented me, he thus
addressed them. "Behold the slave of Mahammet, I have followed him the
whole day, not to lose sight of him; and after many fatigues and
dangers, I have delivered him from the hands of those who had carried
him away. I demand, as a reward for my trouble, that he shall be
numbered with my slaves. I have a better right to him, as I have seen
him deliver to his master a great many articles, which appeared to me to
be very valuable." I immediately saw a multitude of women and children,
who assembled around me. They examined me attentively, and cried aloud
all at once, "Es Rey!"</p>

<p>Sidy Mahammet, enraged at what Nouegem had revealed concerning the
treasure, as well as the pretensions which he had so boldly advanced,
cast upon him a contemptuous look, a dreadful frown of rage, and
immediately replied, "Whether this Christian be Rey (King) or not, he is
mine; he threw himself into my arms of his own accord; I have promised
to protect him, and conduct him to Allicoury. I have pledged my word,
and I hope this tribunal will know how to make a distinction in favour
of my rights, between a man of my character and a man like Nouegem, who
deserves the severest punishment from me." One may form some idea, from
this discourse, of the pride of Arabian priests.</p>

<p>"Since you make such pretensions," the Arab quickly replied, "and he
cannot be mine, he shall perish by my hand!" So saying, he lifted his
poignard to strike me. I stood trembling under the threatening sword of
this barbarian; but my master, without loss of time, threw upon me a
kind of chapelet<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">21</a> of incredible length; and then took up <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span>a little
book, which hung by his girdle; at the same instant, the women, rushing
towards me, drew me from under the hand of Nouegem, and put me under
those of the enraged priest, as they all dreaded, he was to pronounce an
anathema on his opponent. The council in a body approved of this act of
authority of the Talbe. They laughed very much at the women's behaviour,
of which they at the same time approved.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21" class="fnanchor">21</a> The Talbes cord, on which are strung 115 small black
beads. These they keep as the Catholics do their chapelets.</p></div>

<p>At some distance from the place where this scene had been transacted, I
found my comrades, who never expected to see me again. But, Great God!
in what situation did I find them!&mdash;they now began to feel the first
horrors of famine. They had eaten nothing for two days; nor was my own
case better; but the awful dilemma, into which I had been thrown, so
agitated my spirits, that I had even ceased to feel the hunger which
preyed on me.</p>

<p>In a little time, when I became somewhat calmer, I reflected on the
danger, which I had so fortunately escaped and my mind was so much
affected that I could not refrain from tears. I endeavoured to conceal
from those around me, this evidence of my sensibility and distress; but
some of the women beside me, observed it, and in place of being affected
with my situation, they threw sand into my eyes, to dry, as they said,
my eyelids. Happily the night, that screened me from their view, saved
me from the rage of these monsters.</p>

<p>We had been now three days in slavery, and had as yet got nothing to
support us, but a little <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span>meal, not more corrupted by sea-water, than by
a mixture of barley meal, which had been long kept in goats skins; but
even this wretched repast was interrupted by alarming cries, which we
overheard at a distance.</p>

<p>One of Sidy Mahammet's friends ran up to him, and advised him to hide
himself very quickly, because the Ouadelims were arming from every
quarter to carry off their seizure. "Fly with your slaves," said he,
"whilst I gather together some of ours, and at break of day we will
proceed on our march to regain our habitation." I have since learned
that the tribe of Labdesseba, had only come to the sea-coast about three
days before our shipwreck, to gather together the wild grain for the
support of their families. They appointed the place of rendezvous;
meantime, we were to conceal ourselves behind the hillocks of sand,
where we should remain, till some Arabs of another tribe, but equally
interested in preserving their booty, should come to join us, and
reinforce our troop. A guide, who should go before us, was to place at
little distances, small pyramids of stones, to point out to us the road
which we should keep, and to prevent our falling into the midst of some
hostile village, more especially of the Ouadelims. The fact was, these
people are so avaricious, whether friends or enemies, there is equal
cause to be suspicious of either. At break of day, all those who had
Christian slaves joined us, and we all proceeded on our march for the
interior parts of the country, where the families of our respective
masters resided.</p>

<p>It is <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;impossbile&quot; changed to &quot;impossible&quot;">impossible</span> to describe our sufferings on this journey, especially
from thirst. We had such dif<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span>ficulty to move our tongue, that we
trembled to ask the smallest question. We were obliged to follow the
track of the camels, by which our march was hastened; and dreading our
being carried off, our masters caused us to make so many different
counter-marches, that we were fifteen days in reaching their
habitations&mdash;a journey, which we could have accomplished in five, had we
followed the direct road.</p>

<p>After having climbed over mountains of a prodigious height, which are
wholly covered with small pebbles of a greyish colour, as sharp as
flint-stones, we descended into a sandy plain, overspread with thorns
and thistles. There we slackened our pace; the soles of my feet were
bleeding so much, that it was not in my power to walk any further. My
master then desired me to mount behind him on his camel, but this
attention on his part was far from giving any ease to me, but on the
contrary proved a source of inexpressible torture. The camel is
naturally a very dull animal, with a very hard trot. As I was naked, I
could not defend myself from the rubbing of the hair of the animal upon
me, in such a manner as quite flead me in a very short time. The blood
ran copiously down the flanks of the animal&mdash;a spectacle which, so far
from exciting the compassion, or moving the pity of these barbarians,
only contributed to their diversion. They made game of my sufferings,
and to heighten the jest, pushed forward their animals. It would
certainly have issued in incurable wounds, if I had not adopted a
scheme, very violent though necessary, to slip off and walk on the sand.
I received no other damage in dismounting, than my body<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> being
universally jagged with the thistles and thorns with which I have
already mentioned the ground was covered.</p>

<p>As night approached, we observed a very thick smoke. I supposed we were
drawing near to some village, where we might procure something to eat,
or rather to drink; but was soon convinced it was only some thick
bushes, where our guide had taken up lodgings. I therefore stretched
myself out behind a bush to wait for death; and had scarcely lain down,
when an Arab of our company came to me, ordering me to get up, and
assist him in unloading his camel. I was very much enraged at this
order, and answered him accordingly without ceremony. He immediately
drew from under my head, a little old sailor's hat, which had been given
me in place of my own. He spit upon it as a mark of contempt, and,
seizing me violently by the arms, he drew me towards the camels. When he
thus laid hands on my body, I could no longer command myself. I
immediately struck him a blow on <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;the the&quot; changed to &quot;the&quot;">the</span> face; then, having disengaged
myself from his hands, I seized a baton which he had armed with a lance,
and run up to strike him; but, running away, he escaped from my rage.</p>

<p>I at the same time observed my master advancing to my assistance; but as
I did not know his design, I cried out to him, that if he intended to
avenge his comrade, he would find me determined to resist, rather than
suffer myself to be beat any more. My determination and threatenings
made him laugh; notwithstanding, he relieved me of my uneasiness,
assuring me that I had nothing to fear. This adventure served likewise
to convince me, that by firm behaviour, I might shun much of that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span> bad
treatment to which I would be exposed by showing any timidity; and I
experienced in the sequel that this idea was well founded. The Arabs
show their courage most when they meet with no opposition.</p>

<p>Meantime I observed they were making preparations which very much
alarmed me. They made red hot some stones in a great fire, then, raising
up a great stone which lay at the side of a bush, they dug a hole in the
earth, and the Arabs, repeating my name, raised great bursts of
laughter. At last they called upon me, and desired me to approach the
hole which they had digged. The man I had stuck, made several different
signs with his hand. He crossed and recrossed himself on the neck, as if
he meant to cut it, hereby signifying to me, that I would be cut there
myself. Notwithstanding my resolution to defend myself, all these
gestures displeased me not a little. But what was my surprise, when I
saw them draw up out of the the ditch, as I approached it, a goat's skin
bottle full of water, a small leather bag, which was full of barley
meal, and a goat just killed! The sight of these provisions perfectly
restored my tranquillity, though I remained ignorant to what purposes
the stones which were on the fire were to be applied. At length I saw
them fill with water a great wooden vessel, into which they turned the
barley meal, while the red hot stones thrown into the water served to
make it boil. It was thus our masters dressed a sort of broth, which
they then kneaded with their hands, and eat unchewed. As for us slaves,
we had nothing to eat but the same kind of paste. The Arabs threw it to
us upon a kind of carpet, which our patron generally spread<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> below his
feet, when he repeated his prayers, and which he employed as a mattress
during the night. After having kneaded this leaven a long time, he gave
it to me, that I might divide it among my companions. One can hardly
conceive how disagreeable this leaven was to the taste. The water with
which it was mixed had been procured upon the sea-shore, and had been
preserved afterwards in the skin of a goat newly killed. To prevent it
from corrupting, they had mixed a kind of pitch with it, which rendered
the smell of it doubly noxious. The same water was given us to drink,
and, bad as it was, our allowance of it was extremely small.</p>

<p>The Arab whom I had struck, observing that I was complaining, gave me
the remainder of his broth, and told me that to-morrow we should eat the
goat that had been killed for us. This he made me understand by signs. I
informed him, partly by signs and partly by words, how much I was
surprised to have found these provisions. He took the same method of
telling me, that the guide, who went before us, had procured them for us
from a village in the country, and that he had concealed them under
ground, to keep them from the sight of the Moors, in case they should
pass that way. These particulars surprised me, though I confess, it was
still more astonishing to me, to find the resentment of this Arab turned
into acts of kindness and complaisance. Our repast being ended, each of
us lay down to sleep behind a bush.</p>

<p>At break of day, we heard the voice of our masters, ordering us to
gather together the camels and load them. After doing as desired, we
pursued our journey, carrying with us the small remainder of our
provisions. It was nearly mid-day when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> we stopped in a great plain,
where we did not find so much as a single tree to screen us from the
sun, which darted right upon our heads. There we were employed in
unloading the camels, and in pulling up roots to make a fire, which was
a very painful operation, as all the trees, roots and herbs, were
thorny. When the fire had thoroughly heated the sand, the goat was
wholly covered with it; and we were employed in keeping fuel to the
fire, while our masters regaled themselves with the raw fat of the goat:
they appeared to consider this as a very great rarity. So soon as the
meat was baked, and withdrawn from the fire, our Arabians, without
allowing us time to clean it from the sand, devoured it with incredible
voracity. After having thoroughly gnawed the bones, they made use of
their nails for scraping off any flesh which remained upon them; they
then threw them to us, with orders to eat expeditiously, and reload our
camels, so that our journey might not be hindered.</p>

<p>The sun was just about setting, when, by the reflection of its rays (for
in this country the sun sets every day in a red sky), we discovered
tents scattered up and down upon a little eminence, and flocks which had
come there for pasturage.</p>

<p>The inhabitants of the village came out in throngs to meet us; but in
place of showing us any of the pleasant duties of hospitality, they
loaded us with injuries, and made us suffer very inhuman treatment. Two
of my comrades were brought into a very pitiable situation. The women
particularly, much more fierce than the men, took delight in tormenting
us. Our masters could not make any great resistance; they appeared; on
the contrary,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> much better pleased that they should teaze us, than
meddle with the lading of the camels.</p>

<p>While I was at some little distance from mine, I suddenly noticed a man,
who aimed a blow at me with a double-barrelled gun.<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">22</a> I presented him
my breast, and desired him to strike. The firmness of my countenance,
with which he had been doubtless little accustomed, astonished him. This
served the more to strengthen my opinion, that one might impose on these
people, by assuming an undaunted appearance. As I approached to this
man, a stone thrown from an unknown hand, but which I supposed to be
that of a woman, struck me on the head. I lost recollection for a
little; but when I recovered, I exclaimed in a very violent rage, and
demanded satisfaction with vehement cries. I found this method very
serviceable in striking terror among these <i>children</i>. The savages who
were gathered around us, not knowing the cause of my exclamations, began
to run away. Meantime one of them, before he went off, gave me a blow
with the butt-end of a gun, which made me vomit blood. If I could have
discovered the fellow who struck me, I should certainly have avenged
myself. Reduced to complaining, I did it with such vehemence that I
raised the curiosity of many of the monsters. They inquired of my master
who I was? "He is," answered he, "a very rich Christian, and possessed
of a great quantity of guns, balls, flint-stones <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span>and scarlet cloth.<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">23</a>
That you may understand, what a man of consequence he is, we had access
to see that he was very richly clothed, and that his linen was perfumed
with a very agreeable odour;<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">24</a> and to know, that Prince Allicoury and
all his retinue had paid him a visit."</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22" class="fnanchor">22</a> Several years since, some vessels were lost upon this
coast, which were engaged in a treaty with the Negroes. The Arabs
carried off the cargoes, so that we need not be surprised that they had
guns of different kinds among them.</p></div>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23" class="fnanchor">23</a> He believed that all the provisions which were in the
King's magazine belonged to me.</p></div>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24" class="fnanchor">24</a> This odour was nothing more than lavender-water, with
which my linen had been sprinkled.</p></div>

<p>I believe I escaped much bad usage from his saying that Prince Allicoury
had paid me a visit. To enforce this idea still more, I counterfeited
his buffoons, whom they called <i>Egeums</i>. This kind of farce so much
pleased my master, that he made me repeat it as often as he found
opportunity. He made use of this stratagem to divert those among them,
whom he suspected as inclined to pilfer, and thus cunningly occupied
their attention. No sooner did he make known my talent for imitating the
<i>Egeums</i>, than I was surrounded by men, women, and children, who
constantly bawled out to me <i>ganne</i>, (sing then). I had no sooner
finished, than I was obliged to begin again; and this I was constrained
to do, not only to amuse them, but (why should I not own it?) to procure
a tasting of camel's milk&mdash;as a reward for this my mean buffoonery.</p>

<p>We rested one day in this village, where the inhabitants, however ill
they behaved at first, did not fail to give us provisions for three or
four days. The plains which we passed over in proceeding towards the
east country, were covered with small stones as white as snow, round and
flat as a lentil. As we proceeded, we perceived a dull sound <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span>under our
feet, as if the earth had been dug out below us. This country presented
no variety to us; the ground was a continued plain, without producing
even the smallest plant. The atmosphere was loaded with a reddish
vapour. The whole country appeared as if filled with flaming volcanoes.
The small stones pricked us, as if they had been sparks of fire. Neither
birds nor insects were to be seen in the air. The profound silence which
reigned was something frightful. If at any time a gentle breeze arose,
the traveller immediately found himself affected with an extreme
<span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;langour&quot; changed to &quot;languor&quot;">languor</span>, the lips with chopping, the skin with a burning heat, and the
whole body covered with small pimples, which occasioned a very sharp and
disagreeable smarting. Our guides, who had gone far up into the country,
to shun some tribes whom they had much cause to fear, were not luckier
than we in escaping these disagreeable inconveniences, which we suffered
in this part of our journey, where the fiercer animals would not enter.
The rays of the sun darted upon the stones, and I feared, every minute,
that their scorching reflection would have finished me.</p>

<p>We passed through this vast plain into a second, where the winds had
furrowed the sand, which was of a reddish colour, at little distances. A
few sweet smelling plants grew on the top of the furrows, which were
immediately devoured by our camels: they were no less famished than
ourselves. We had the happiness, on quitting this sandy plain, to enter
into a valley surrounded with mountains, where the soil was white and
slimy. At the foot of some tall shrubs, of which the branches were
artfully formed into an arbour, we found some water, of which we stood
in great need. We there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span>fore drank of it with much pleasure, although it
was very bitter, covered with green moss, and of a noxious smell.</p>

<p>We found some compensation however, in the evening, by falling in with a
horde, which was encamped at some leagues distance. They received us
very kindly, and pointed out to us some villages, where they informed us
we could receive all necessary assistance for prosecuting our journey to
the residence of our patrons. This was an event particularly fortunate
for us, as our guides had lost the way.</p>

<p>My master's brother-in-law was one of the chiefs of this village, and
paid particular attention to all the slaves. He gave us some camel's
milk, and flesh of ostriches dried in the sun, and chopped small. I know
not why, but he soon showed a partiality towards me; and accordingly,
coming up to me, he said, "Unfortunate Christian, my brother has been
indebted to me for a long time, if you will put yourself under my care,
I will settle the bargain with him." This proposal made me tremble; it
appeared to assure me of a long captivity. I believed so certainly that
mine was to be short, that I ran immediately to my master, to prevent
his agreeing to his brother-in-law's proposition. I entreated him by no
means to consent to any terms. I made him understand that he would get
more for my ransom, than his brother would give him. "Set yourself at
ease," replied he, "you shall not leave me till you go either to Senegal
or Morocco, and that will be very soon." This hope filled my heart with
inexpressible joy. Meantime, notwithstanding the gratitude which I felt
towards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> Sidy Sellem, his proposal did not fail to give me considerable
uneasiness. He perceived it, and told me, that he would make me repent
not having accepted his offer. I attributed this threatening to his
desire of possessing me; but I found, in the sequel, he was as good as
his word.</p>

<p>After three days rest among the Arabs of the tribe of <i>Roussye</i>, we
resumed our journey, in order to get home to the families of our
conductors as quickly as possible; though it was not till after sixteen
days, in which we endured much fatigue and distress, that we arrived,
extenuated and reduced to skin and bone.</p>

<p>At break of day, we discovered a hamlet that seemed to promise a very
pleasant dwelling. Several tents pitched among thick bushy trees,
numberless flocks feeding along the sides of the hills, made us conceive
it to be an asylum of happiness and peace; but upon closer inspection,
the appearance of it was much altered. The trees, whose beautiful green
foliage we had admired, proved to be nothing more than old gummy stumps,
with their few branches, entwisted with thorns; so that their
inaccessible shade spread out on every side. They very soon after
observed us upon the declivity of a little hill, which led us to the
dwelling of our masters.</p>

<p>Several black slaves, who had commonly the charge of the camels, came
out to meet their masters, to kiss their feet, and inquire the news of
their health. At a greater distance, the children made the air resound
with their cries of joy, and their wives stood erect, as a mark of
respect, at their tent-doors, waiting their arrival. As soon as they
approached, they advanced with a submissive<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> air, put their right hand
upon the head of their husband; then, having kissed them, fell down
prostrate before them. This ceremony over, they regarded us first with a
look of curiosity, and then proceeded to abuse us. Not content with
that, they spat in our face, and threw stones at us. The children,
following their example, pinched us, tore our hair, and scratched us
with their nails. Their cruel mothers called out first to one, and then
to another, encouraging them, amusing themselves by causing them to
torment us. Unhappy as we were, exhausted with fatigue, hunger, and
thirst, we looked with impatience towards the hour of our arrival,
little expecting the fresh trials which awaited us.</p>

<p>Meantime, our masters made a division of their slaves. When mine had
received the caresses of all his family, I inquired of him, which of the
women who surrounded him was his favourite. He pointed her out to me. I
approached, and presented her with two handfuls of cloves, which her
husband had very carefully kept, and wished me to present her with, in
order to gain her good wishes. I learned that Moorish women were very
fond of odours, and in a very particular manner of cloves. She received
my present with an insulting haughtiness, and pushed me into the tent
with disdain. Immediately after, this woman, the most wicked of all whom
I had known, hated by all her companions, such was the blackness of her
character, came to order us (viz. Sieurs Devoise, Baudre and myself, who
had fallen to the share of her husband) to unload the camels, to clean a
kind of kettle, and to gather roots for making a fire. While she was
thus employed in giving her orders,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> her dear husband was lying fast
asleep on the knees of one of his concubines.</p>

<p>The hope of soon regaining my freedom, gave me the necessary spirit to
support me under the hardships which this wicked woman made me suffer. I
therefore went out to make faggots; but what was my despair to find, on
my return, my two companions lying felled with blows, and stretched out
on the sand. They had been thus abused, because their strength was
totally exhausted, and they could not execute the task which she had
enjoined them. I awakened my master with my redoubled cries; and
although I could not speak his language well, I made shift to support
with him the following conversation:&mdash;"Did you bring us hither to kill
us by the hands of this cruel woman? Remember the promise which you made
me. Conduct me without delay to Senegal or to Morocco; otherwise, I
assure you, that though I should perish, I will cause to be taken from
you, though I cannot do it myself, all the treasure which I have given
you; I will certainly find a master who will treat me with more humanity
than you have done."</p>

<p>My rage was excessive. Many of the neighbours, witnesses of my
transport, were gathering about us. This was very disagreeable to my
master, who feared lest I should cause him to deliver back the valuable
effects I had given him. He came to me, took me in his arms, and pushed
me hastily into his tent, and entreated me not to make such a noise. He
then presented me with a bowl of milk, "Carry that," said I, "to my
companions, who are expiring for want." He assured me they should have
some, and besought me to be quiet.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> I showed him my arms all torn and
running with blood. "Recollect," said I, in my bad language, "how, when
we were shipwrecked, you cried out, beholding my hands, <i>these hands
have never been accustomed to hard labour</i>; and immediately you engage
me in the most painful employment. Your countrymen experience in my
country a very <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;diffent&quot; changed to &quot;different&quot;">different</span> treatment." He seemed astonished to learn that
the Moors ever came to France. "We shall talk of this another time,"
replied he; "in the mean time, make yourself easy. I will take care of
you as my own son." Then, addressing himself to his wife, "I forbid you
to exact from him the least service which may be painful to him, and I
at same time prohibit him from obeying you in it. See that some meal be
boiled for the slaves; I will return ere long to see if my orders have
been executed." From this hour the favourite vowed implacable hatred
against me.</p>

<p>Meantime, the month of August drew towards a close, and no preparations
were making for our journey. I therefore inquired at Sidy Mahammet, when
he proposed to conduct me to Senegal. He told me, that he was in search
of two very strong and vigorous camels, that could endure the fatigues
of this journey, and that we would set out when he could procure them. I
entreated he would make as little delay as possible, as the nights were
now turning cool. The dews began also to be so heavy, as to wet us, in
our retreat behind the bushes, where we spent the night. It is true,
that even the dew proved serviceable in one case, as, by gathering it in
handfuls upon our naked bodies, it served to quench our thirst, which
the coldness<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> of the night did not extinguish; and we preferred this
drink to our urine, a resource to which we were often reduced. I spoke a
second time to our master on the subject of our journey, who answered me
in such a manner as convinced me it was not from want of inclination he
delayed. "Think you," said he, "that amidst such excessive heat, we can
possibly travel without a store of provisions, especially water? We have
much cause to fear, that, on our approaching Senegal, the river which
surrounds it will have overflowed the plains; we will also be in danger
from the Arabs, of the tribe of Trargea, who are our enemies. I tell you
the truth," continued he, "we will be obliged to wait till the month of
October; about that time, the rains will water the deserts, and afford
us pasturage for our camels; it will be impossible for us otherwise to
subsist during so long a journey." I fully perceived the justice of his
reasoning, and resolved therefore to have recourse to patience.</p>

<p>The heat was so excessive, that the flocks, half-starved, could find no
pasture, and the sheep and goats returned in the evening with their dugs
almost empty; and yet it was their milk and that of the camels which was
to supply food for a numerous family. One may judge from this, how much
our portion was diminished. As we were Christians, even the dogs fared
better; and it was in basins destined for their use that we received our
allowance!</p>

<p>One day the keeper of the camels complained grievously that he was
ashamed to serve a master who was so weak as not to keep his slaves to
their duty. His wife did not fail to support this com<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>plaint in such a
manner, that her husband, long accustomed to be her dupe, persuaded me,
that, to prevent murmuring, he would appoint Baudre to that charge, as
he was the youngest. Soon after I was obliged to take an equal share of
the sheep and goats. The Sieur Devoise, on account of his age and bad
health, was exempted from every sort of servitude, but his situation did
not free him from cause of complaint, as he was constantly exposed to
the savage treatment of the cruel Arabs. I happily escaped this by my
new employment.</p>

<p>One day, as I was returning with my flock, one of my sheep brought forth
a young one upon the side of a hill. I took it in my arms, and proceeded
to carry it, with equal haste and care, to my master's favourite. I
presented it to her when I reached home, supposing that she would
receive it with the same pleasure which she had lately shown on a
similar occasion. I asked her at the same time, if she would give me the
first milk of the mother, as it was customary to give it to those who
had the charge of the flocks. By way of reply, she threw a great knife
at my legs, and drove me from the tent with disdain, and loading me with
abuse. Her husband, who had been witness of her brutality, came to me
with an assurance, that, by way of recompense, he should appoint me a
very large share of the milk. I had uniformly given credit to his
promises, but how much was I astonished, when, in passing by the back of
the tent, I heard that rogue joining his wife in her laugh at the stroke
which she had given me. I was provoked; but my anger was not a little
increased in the evening, when I began to seek the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span> milk which had been
promised to me, my mistress came to me in a rage, and took it out of my
hands to give the half of it to her dog.</p>

<p>It now drew near the end of October, and a single drop of rain had not
as yet fallen. My situation became every day more and more disagreeable.
I had no sort of clothing, but a piece of packcloth about my middle, and
was thus wholly abandoned to nature.&mdash;Feeling minds!&mdash;<i>convey yourselves
for a moment to my desert<span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;.!&quot; changed to &quot;!&quot;">!</span></i></p>

<p>The plains and valleys were entirely burnt up, and nothing remained for
the nourishment of the cattle. The season was far advanced; it was now
the month of December, a period when the rains usually were over till
the next October. For three years this bounty of heaven had been
withheld from the inhabitants of these deserts. We were now entering
upon the fourth year of drought, to be exposed to the most horrid
distress, and almost inevitable death. The desolation was become
universal, when an Arab from a distant part of the country came to
inform them, that abundant showers had covered several cantons where he
resided. Joy then succeeded to fear and distress. Every one struck his
tent, and all set out together, to seek a habitation in these newly
watered districts. This was the thirtieth time they had changed their
habitation, and renewed our fatigue in consequence; for these hordes
never remain above twelve or fifteen days in the same encampment. I was
continually employed in lifting and cleaning the tents, and had the
charge of the baggage. Often they compelled me to carry very heavy
burdens, in order to ease the camels. I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> too happy when the flocks
followed in pretty good order, and did not give me the trouble of
gathering them together.</p>

<p>My unfortunate companions were so exhausted, that they were able to do
nothing; the consequence was, that the whole drudgery fell on me; and I
shared with them the little food which I procured, by labouring to make
myself useful; for our master gave them nothing to eat.</p>

<p>At length we arrived at the desired place, where I hoped soon to regain
my freedom; but my master, who had hitherto connected the most
persuasive language with the blackest treachery, ceased to dissemble
longer, and made me endure the most horrid tyranny.</p>

<p>We were now encamped upon a sandy soil, so very moist, that a gentle
pressure of the body made the water spring up around us in considerable
quantities. Happy would we now have been with an osier netting to lie
on, or a coarse carpet of wool, with long hair, to cover us; but these
conveniences the Arabs themselves are strangers, to, except those who
are rich. During the night, a carpet served for a covering to a whole
family. "Sidy Mahammet," said I to my master, "See, is it possible I can
long exist in such places? Allow me a covering under the tent. I suffer
much from the cold at night, and the ground on which you make me lie is
very wet. I have made your fortune, and you promised in return to use me
as your son, yet you abandon me!"&mdash;"It is true," replied he, "I did
promise you my friendship, and I will at this moment give you a
particular proof of it. Your situation, you say, is unhappy, but it will
be much better than you imagine. Tell<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> me, what is the destiny to which
you are appointed? Fire and flame await you, to torment you through all
eternity. Have you considered well your religion?" I quickly replied,
and pointed out to him its excellency. He heard me for some time, and
then went away, telling me, he preferred a bowl of churned milk to all
the absurdities of which I had been talking.&mdash;Alas! there is no kind of
torment, which this fanatical priest would not have made me endure, to
compel me to embrace his religion.</p>

<p>Messieurs Devoise and Baudre, who had heard all this conversation,
(which I have here much abridged,) assured me it was very satisfactory.
They promised themselves some mitigation of their sufferings. The hour
of milking the camels being come, they called me to receive my own and
my neighbour's portion. When I saw our portions were somewhat larger
than usual, I concluded it was the good effect which my morality had
produced; but, on tasting it, we discerned that the increase of quantity
was owing to rain water, of which they had now doubled our dose, so that
we had nothing but whitened water to support us. This soon weakened us
to such a degree, that we were reduced to the hard necessity of seeking
our meat with the beasts. The wild plants, which they were trampling
under foot, with raw snails, were our only nourishment from this time,
till the time we regained our liberty. Meanwhile, he continued to
prepare new labours for me. I now had the charge of putting the camels
in the plough, labouring the ground, and sowing it; while my master, not
content with employing me in his own service, hired me out to other
Arabs for a morsel<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> of milk. I would certainly have sunk under this
fatigue, if, from time to time, I had not found opportunity to steal
some handfuls of barley. It was by this theft (which I am satisfied was
a lawful one) that I preserved my life.</p>

<p>"You see," said I to my master, "with what submission I labour with all
my power. I make faggots, churn the butter, keep the flocks, pull up
roots, prepare the camels hair, which your wife is to spin, labour the
ground, and in short do every thing you exact of me. I have enriched
you, and you will not vouchsafe to give me a few rags to cover me."
Other Arabs, more compassionate, and always jealous of his being in
possession of my riches, which they valued at an infinite price, threw
the same in his teeth one day. This determined him to call me to him,
when he asked me in their presence, if there was any person at Mogador
(which they called Soira) who would pay a good ransom for us? I told him
they would to his content. "In that case," replied he, "there is a
Jewish merchant who passes this way to-morrow, ask paper from him, and I
will permit you to write to those from whom you expect assistance." The
Jewish merchant<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">25</a> passed accordingly, and I wrote a letter, which I
addressed to the Consul at Soira, or in case of absence, to his
representative. I entreated him to have a feeling with our calamities,
and to send us speedy relief. I mentioned to him the best and most
certain method of sending to seek us out, and the only one to make use
of to procure us <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span>ready deliverance.<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">26</a> This letter I committed to the
hands of the Israelite, and I appeared to myself as if already at
liberty&mdash;too flattering hope!</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25" class="fnanchor">25</a> The Jews born in the Desert live in much the same manner
with the Arabs; but those who dwell in the towns are more rigid
observers of the law of Moses.</p></div>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26" class="fnanchor">26</a> When the French government, or any other, get information
of any vessel being lost upon these coasts, they should direct their
agent, either at Mogador or at Tangiers, to make application to a Jew
named Aaron, who lives at Guadnum. He employs emissaries through all the
different parts of Africa to buy up wrecks. This advice, dictated by
humanity, is the best to be followed in such cases.</p></div>

<p>A young Moorish girl, whose flocks fed often near mine, relieved me of
my mistake, and made me acquainted with the character of Sidy Mahammet.
"If he thought he durst," said she to me, "he would not treat you any
better than he does your companions; nay, perhaps, he himself would take
you to a private place and kill you, so little would he be startled at
committing a crime; but then he is afraid of his two brothers, who have
a very strong attachment to you. If he promise you liberty, it is only
to amuse you. He durst not even send you away, for fear that Muley
Adaram would cause him to be arrested, and take from him all that you
have given him, perhaps even his life."</p>

<p>This Muley Adaram<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">27</a> was a son of the Emperor. Having heard vague
reports of the effects <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span>which I had brought with me, he supposed that I
was a very rich Christian; and, in consequence, travelled more than a
hundred leagues, in order to make a purchase of me. I was, however, very
happy that I had not fallen into the hands of a prince, so cruel as to
revolt against his own father.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27" class="fnanchor">27</a> The Sieur Soret, one of my secretaries, Pinjon, surgeon of
the ship, the two friends, Brissiere and John, seamen of the same ship,
were made to suffer from this barbarous prince the most cruel treatment.
Sometimes they were beaten with a baton or club, at other times their
bodies were torn with the strokes of a poignard. Burning firebrands and
red hot iron were sometimes employed in tormenting them. It is possible
to bring the Sieur Soret from Nantz, the wounds of whose body will
attest the truth of what I have advanced.</p></div>

<p>This conversation of the Moorish girl extinguished every ray of hope,
that I should ever regain my native country. My mind was much agitated,
and I sank into a state of depression and melancholy. Ever after that
day, I experienced continually fresh causes of distress.</p>

<p>I now no more met with any of my unfortunate companions in the fields. I
much regretted the loss of the Captain's company. I had been accustomed
to it, and found a kind of consolation in talking over with him our
hardships, and the hope of soon being again blest with the sight of our
own country. One afternoon, that the coolness of the air had led my
camels to stray a little farther from home than usual, I was obliged to
follow them to a neighbouring hamlet.&mdash;My God! what a horrid spectacle
there presented itself!&mdash;the unhappy Captain, whom it was scarcely
possible to recollect, except by the colour of his body, lying stretched
out on the sand. He had one of his hands in his mouth, which extreme
weakness had doubtless prevented his devouring. Hunger had so altered
his appearance, that he now presented to the eye only a horrid carcass.
All his features were wholly effaced.</p>

<p>A few days after, the under captain (Baudre) fell down quite exhausted
behind a green bush,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span> being left a prey to the attacks of a monstrous
serpent. The famished ravens frightened away the venomous animal with
their cries, then falling upon the dying man, they tore him into pieces.
Four savages, far more cruel monsters than the furious reptile, were
witnesses of this scene, but left the poor unhappy man to struggle in
vain. I came running up to endeavour to save him, if in time; the
barbarians stopped and insulted me, and then told me, "<i>The Christian
was going to broil in flames.</i>" I left this place of horror, not knowing
where to bend my steps. My camels and sheep directed me. I would have
been incapable of reconducting them to their fold. It is impossible to
form an idea of the sensations by which I was agitated at this time. My
tears fell abundantly, while the most dismal forebodings increased my
grief. When I arrived at the tent, I no more knew what I was doing. I
constantly imagined I saw the carnivorous birds flying through the air,
with pieces of the flesh of my unfortunate companion in their bills. My
master, astonished at my disordered situation, inquired at me what was
the matter with me, and why I changed the bindings of the camels. "Go,"
replied I, "to a little distance there,&mdash;go and behold what have been
the consequences of your cruelty, and that of your wife. You have
suffered my comrade to perish for want, because, by his ill health, he
was not able to labour; you refused him milk to support him, when his
situation was such as demanded in a particular manner your help!" While
I thus spoke, I concealed my tears, which would only have afforded a
laugh to these monsters. They ordered me to go and search the girdle,
all co<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span>vered with the blood of the unhappy victim of their barbarity. I
was struck with indignation at a proposal so shocking. The commotion I
had undergone, and the ferns which I had eaten to assuage my hunger,
occasioned very severe vomitings, which were followed with extreme
faintness. I had, however, strength enough left to retire behind a bush,
where I found another unhappy wretch. He inquired the cause of my
complaints, and if I had seen Baudre? "He is not far off," replied I,
unwilling to speak more plainly; but my master's sister, who came to
bring us milk, cried out, "Be assured that at this very moment, the
ravens are feasting on the entrails of Baudre; the time is not far
distant, when you will be fit for nothing else." Notwithstanding my
extreme weakness, I was much disposed to give this tigress an answer;
but in consideration of the condition of my companion, I resolved to
keep silence. If I had been the first to inform him of the matter, I
might perhaps have been able to have softened it in the recital; but,
there was no time, I was prevented, and could only mingle tears with
him.</p>

<p>My health, which had been preserved much better than I could have
expected, began now to fail. The skin of my body had been already twice
renewed. A third time, with inexpressible pain, I found it was covered,
if I may use the expression, with scales, like those of the Arabs. The
thistles upon which I walked, had torn my feet to the quick; I could not
longer support myself. In a word, the great dogs which they continually
hunted after me, and of which I could not get quit, till I had received
some cruel bites, altoge<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span>ther tended to make me quite unfit for keeping
the camels. To complete my misfortune, about the end of February and
March, the excessive heat dried up the water which we had found in this
district, and not so much as a single drop of rain had fallen to moisten
the ground which I had sowed. Our flocks, finding no more pasturage,
were upon the point of perishing, when at last, the two tribes of
Labdesseba and the Ouadelims, after having consulted, each for
themselves, resolved to go in search of lands occupied by more
industrious inhabitants. The Ouadelims carried their ravages as far as
Guadnum, about 300 leagues from the place where we had been encamped.
Some hordes of the Labdesseba, who were not of so wandering a
disposition as the former, remained behind; and as they were not so
numerous, they found subsistence for their flocks in the neighbouring
districts. They killed some sheep, and thus supported themselves till
the end of the following month, at a time when we ourselves were upon
our march to get out of the deserts, where extreme misery threatened all
the inhabitants.</p>

<p>I was in the dismal situation I have already described, when we
accidentally fell in with an Arab, who had in his retinue a Christian
slave, whom I immediately recollected to have been baker aboard our
ship. This Arab proposed to my master to give him a good bargain of this
slave; so that, as he was by no means disturbed in what manner he was to
find subsistence for him, he agreed to give a camel in exchange for this
new slave, who was employed in my usual occupations. I had then time to
recruit a little. The unhappy baker paid very dear for the food which he
knew how to pro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span>cure.&mdash;But let us not anticipate upon these matters.</p>

<p>After having eaten all the snails we found in our circuit, we were
supported by the sheep which we found dead, partly by hunger, and partly
disease. This suggested to us the idea of stifling in the night some
young kids, knowing well that our masters would throw them away, as
their law prohibits their eating the flesh of any animal whose death is
not occasioned by a stroke.</p>

<p>This little scheme, however, occasioned too frequent deaths, and it
became observable that the goats, who appeared in best health at night,
when the flocks were gathered in, were generally those that were found
dead next morning. Our wants gave reason to suspect us, and at length we
were taken in the act. We were, however, acquitted for past injuries,
with an assurance, that, if we resumed the plan, it should cost us our
heads. Meantime, it was necessary for us to bethink ourselves on some
new plan of subsistence. Thanks to my good constitution, my strength was
recruited, and I was now able to make faggots, for which I found ready
sale, as in that country there is no season of the year in which the
night can be passed without fire; and the women, who have the charge of
these matters, are too lazy to go themselves to cut wood. My little
trade procured me thus sufficient milk for my own support, as well as a
little to spare to poor Devoise, who was very sick.</p>

<p>As I was preparing to go out one morning to make faggots, this friend
spoke to me as follows, in a voice scarcely audible: "All illusion is at
an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> end; from this moment I will no more flatter myself with the hope of
ever again seeing my native country. I feel my strength gradually
decline. This night, yes, this night, my friend, (for surely you deserve
that name, after what you have done for me), you will find nothing here,
but a corpse cold and dead. Fly, my dear Brisson, fly this hated abode.
Try every scheme you can devise to escape if possible; you were surely
destined for happier days. If Heaven hear my vows in the moment I yield
my breath, it will restore you to your wife and unhappy family. Adieu,
my friend, the tears you attempt to hide are fresh proofs of your
attachment. Write to my brother; assure him that my last words are about
him; and that I die with the sentiments of real Christianity. Adieu, my
last hour is nearer than I expected; I expire!"&mdash;In reality, he died
that moment.</p>

<p>Some children, who had been witnesses of my grief, and the cause of it,
soon spread the news through the village. My master's sister run up to
us, and went off immediately laughing very heartily, and saying that it
would be so much milk saved. Some neighbours, who I believe were moved
to pity me, by my sobbing, came to carry me away from the lifeless body.
They offered me some milk, though at the same time they turned my
distress into ridicule. "Why," said I to them, "do you condemn the tears
which I shed for my friend? I have seen you in similar cases, roll upon
the sand and stones. I have seen your eyes bathed in tears. Do you
suppose our souls are not possessed of the same feelings with yours?
Deceive not yourselves. In this common calamity we are all brothers and
friends." I could not say more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> to them. I found it impossible to remain
long in the presence of these beings, who had the human shape, but were
more ferocious than the most formidable and horrid animals.</p>

<p>Although I had not been acquainted with M. Devoise previous to our
departure from France, I was very sensible of his loss. The pleasantness
of his manner, his equal temper, acquaintance, and, above all, the
similarity of our situation, had contributed to connect us in the
strongest ties of friendship. I regretted his loss exceedingly; I went
into the fields, to meet again with the only companion I had now
remaining, and we retired together with our flocks, the keeping of which
became daily a more disagreeable task, on account of the scarcity of
pasturage.</p>

<p>On our arrival, we were ordered to lift up the body of our friend, and
bury it in a deep ditch, that, as the Arabs said, they might hide from
the eyes of their children, the sight of a Christian. We paid him this
last duty with much pain, for our weakness was so great, that we could
not carry him, and were therefore obliged to draw him by the feet near
three quarters of a league; and the earth which surrounded the ditch we
had dug, having failed under me, I fell in first, and I believe I
fainted away under the weight of his carcass.</p>

<p>Some days after, we quitted these fields to seek a more fertile spot. We
encamped in the neighbourhood of different tribes. I recollected by the
name Denoux, one of the seamen, who had been enslaved together with me.
I asked him the news of his companions. "Six of them," he told me, "were
carried off by the Emperor's son, a very short time after our shipwreck;
they had repassed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> into France. M. Taffaro, chief surgeon, died with the
blows of a club, by which he had been struck on the head. The Sieur
Raboin, under lieutenant, died since, in terrible sufferings. The
others, to escape the horrors of famine, had renounced their religion.
As for me, Sir, it will not be long ere I follow those that are in their
graves. See what a condition I am in! There is no kind of base treatment
which I do not daily suffer." "Alas! my poor lad," replied I, "do not
give up yourself entirely to grief. If it prove true, that six of your
companions have gotten safe again to France, the Ministry will soon be
made acquainted with our situation; their orders will speedily follow
the first feelings of their hearts; they will cause search to be made
for us, and I doubt not that we will soon see the end of our miseries."</p>

<p>Indeed, I have since learned, that upon the first news of our shipwreck,
M. le Marechal de Castries, had given the most positive orders for our
redemption. But the Sieur Mure, Vice Consul, to whom the orders had been
addressed, in place of acting agreeably to the instructions of the
minister, employed himself wholly in making his court to the Emperor of
Morocco and his officers, whom he loaded with considerable presents, at
the expense of the Court of France.</p>

<p>This agent could have procured our liberty, by applying at Guadnum, to
some Arab or Jewish merchant, who, in consideration of 100 piastres (500
livres), would have traversed every corner of the Desert, and who, it
might be fairly inferred, would have been satisfied with a sum
considerably less, when he had not to go farther than the neighbourhood
of Morocco. As soon as he would have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> been appointed to conduct the
Christian slaves to Mogador, the Arabs would have brought them thither
from all quarters, in order to receive the ransom for them; and they
would have been glad to have employed what money they received, in
purchasing wheat and barley, which may be had in abundance at Santa Cruz
in Barbary. But the Vice Consul, by his negligence, prolonged our
misfortunes. The Arabs, our masters, were very unwilling to undertake so
long a journey, which is at the same time both troublesome and
dangerous, without the hope of some reward. The Sieur Mure contented
himself with informing the minister, that he had given the strictest
orders that a proper search should be made for us. The conduct of Sieur
Mure was so blameworthy, that, lest he should consider me as a vile
traducer, I did myself the honour to make it known to his masters. It
was my duty, as a Frenchman, and a friend of mankind.</p>

<p>On the other hand, what praise ought I not to bestow on Mess. Deprat and
Cabannes, merchants at Mogador! It is to their patriotism that the
return of the greater part of the unhappy shipwrecked persons is to be
attributed. The extensive trade which they carry on in the interior
parts of the country has established their reputation in all the towns,
as well as in the capital. If their advice had been followed, how many
accidents and misfortunes would have been prevented! I have reason to
believe, that this charge is now committed to the Consul General, who
will particularly interest himself in the redemption of any unfortunate
persons who may be shipwrecked on that coast.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p>

<p>But to return to my narration. I had daily in mind the information of
the sailor, and could not imagine how we came to be thus forsaken, when
they had such opportunities of redeeming us. I was reflecting one day
upon the probable causes of this neglect, when, upon retiring behind my
bush, I was surprised to see my master's camels return without their
keeper. It was already late, and he was not yet appearing. They called
to give me my portion of milk, and I had not yet seen the poor keeper. I
inquired at them where he was? They gave me a reserved answer, and drove
me away. The forbidding appearance of my master and mistress, made me
tremble for the baker. I longed for day, to inquire after his fate.
Early in the morning, a young keeper came to tell me that Sidy Mahammet,
who suspected the baker of sucking the milk of his camels, and had
accordingly watched him, having taken him in the fact, had seized him by
the throat, and strangled him. "Take care of yourself," added the young
keeper, "a Christian, who touches the dugs of our cattle, profanes them.
The proprietor, or any other Arab, has a right to punish with death
whoever he finds transgressing; I have forewarned you. Take care, then,
lest you commit such a piece of sacrilege."</p>

<p>I had great difficulty to give credit to a story so very infamous. I ran
to the tent, and demanded an explanation of what the young man had told
me. A general silence confirmed the truth of what I had just learned,
and I gave myself up to the most unbounded rage. Every one ran. But my
master's brother-in-law was the only person who discovered any signs of
compassion towards<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> me. "Why," said he to his brother, "did you not sell
me these slaves, when I offered to purchase them? What pleasure or
profit can you have in thus occasioning a miserable death to them? or
why treat you thus cruelly the only one that remains? You confess that
he deserves regard; nay, you suppose him to be a king; the riches he has
given you, I think, should engage you to treat him handsomely."</p>

<p>This last reflection raised the jealousy of the by-standers. They all
unanimously appeared to favour my cause. But Sidy Sellem was the only
person who spoke through his benevolent disposition. The rest did not
speak after him, as a mark of respect to his great age and riches. This
was the same Sidy Sellem, of the tribe of Larroussye, who had treated us
so kindly after our shipwreck, and who had forewarned me that I would
one day repent having refused his offer of purchasing me.</p>

<p>I was now the only slave in the village. I had no person to whom I could
communicate my distresses. My situation became daily more and more
unhappy; yet I determined with myself to be no longer affected so deeply
with it. "After having supported, with boldness, so many dangers," said
I to myself, "I have to this hour gone through extraordinary fatigue; my
health enables me to encounter still fresh trials; let me support them
with courage, and perhaps Providence will soon cease to try me farther."</p>

<p>This resolution, and the manner in which I had conducted myself towards
those who were wishing to depress me, had procured me some attention
amongst these savages; insomuch, that they permitted me to lie, from
time to time, behind their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> tents, and even, to drink at times out of
their vessels. My master left me in peace, and did not require that I
should keep the camels. It is true, he no more spake to me about
restoring me to liberty; besides, I would have given very little credit
to any thing which he would have said. His treachery towards me had
convinced me that I could place very little confidence in him.</p>

<p>I was obliged, however, to continue making faggots, to procure
subsistence; but I was often thrown into fits of inconceivable fury by
thirst. One must have experienced the torment which I endured, to form
an idea of the extremities to which it is possible to be reduced. I saw
that the Arabs themselves were in the greatest distress. Many died of
hunger and thirst. The season promised no relief to them. This was the
fourth time that drought had destroyed the harvest. This cruel situation
had so much rankled the dispositions of the inhabitants of the different
tribes, that they went to war among themselves. They made it their
business to kill as many of their cattle as they could, and dry their
flesh, as the milk had almost entirely failed. The water was now very
scarce; there was none to be found in any part of the Desert, but in the
neighbourhood of the sea-coast, and it was brackish, black, and noxious.
This wretched drink, together with the scarcity of pasturage, had driven
almost all the Arabs from the coasts. The provisions having failed, no
person durst settle in the country; thus were we circumstanced, when I
had opportunity to observe what necessity could teach man to do. The
camels which we killed, served to supply with water those Arabs who had
least milk. They preserved, with great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span> care, the water which is found
lodged in the stomachs of these animals. They separated it from the
dung; and, by pressing it, they procured a greenish water, in which they
boiled their victuals. That which they took from the bodies of the
goats, tasted like fennel, and had a very agreeable flavour. This water
is far from being disagreeable; that of the camels is much less pleasant
to the taste. But what astonished me most was, that these animals, who
did not taste water oftener than twice or thrice in a year, and who were
fed upon dried plants, should preserve in their stomach a prodigious
quantity of water; the camel in particular.</p>

<p>Providence, which had not wholly forsaken me, continued still watching
over my days, which I seemed inclined to cut short, by exposing myself
to the dangers of a battle. Life was now a burden to me. In the hope of
putting an end to my course, I asked leave of my master to go to the
places where his cattle feed, and to join the inhabitants in defending
themselves against the pillagers. My offer was accepted; he gave me a
beast to ride on, and a pistol, the only fire-arm which he had in his
possession; he then addressed his prayers to obtain from heaven the
preservation of his camel, and the prosperity of the arms of those of
his party. I advanced then, with the pistol in my hand, accompanied by a
relation of my master's. I arrived, with my conductor, in the midst of
the warriors. They fought in the most disorderly manner; I did not know
whether one party fled, or if they rushed upon one another; I could see
nothing but a multitude of men, and a cloud of dust, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> could not
conceive how they could distinguish one another. My camel, which
doubtless had been unaccustomed to such expeditions, marched slowly into
the midst of the enemy's fire. My conductor was soon separated from me,
and I saw him fall dead by a blow, which struck him on the head. My
camel, affrighted, made some dreadful capers, and threw me ten paces
from him, upon a heap of sand. Immediately, a foot soldier made up to
me, aimed a blow at me with a pistol, which missed me, and he instantly
fell down at my feet. Another Arab came up with a poignard in his hand;
he attempted to stab me in the breast, when, by a kind of miracle, in
lifting his hand round his head, he entangled his arm in his turban,
which flowed upon his shoulders. I took that opportunity to strike him a
blow with the butt end of my pistol, and pushed him so roughly, that he
fell down in a state of insensibility. This was the only use I made of
my arms. I had nothing wherewith to recharge the pistol, although, in
general, they never go to battle without at least four or five rounds of
ammunition. It had twice missed fire with me. These accidents frequently
happen with them, as both their arms and powder are very bad. However,
the battles of the Arabs are very quickly decided. The greatest harm
these savages do to one another in their skirmishes, is by tearing the
face with their nails, and striking with the poignard. The camels,
generally accustomed to these battles, throw themselves with loud cries
into the crowd. They bite and disperse their enemies more readily than
armed troopers could do.</p>

<p>When the conflict was ended, many of the Arabs came to me, saying, that
I had fought well, very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> well indeed. They were convinced I had killed
three men, although I had only wounded one. I however allowed them to
enjoy their opinion, and took care to empty my pistol, that my character
as a warrior might not suffer.</p>

<p>Since Providence still spares me, said I then to myself, I can try every
method to escape. I projected a scheme to get away, and to carry off
from my master all the treasure which I had given him. With these
effects, I proposed to go over to another tribe. Mark my reasonings. If
any Arab should meet me, he will not wish for a more favourable
opportunity to secrete himself, in order to put my booty in safety, and
I would engage him to conduct me quickly to Morocco. This project
appeared to me to be an excellent one. Ignorant of the road which I must
take, and the dangers which I ran, I hasted to put it in execution. It
succeeded so far very well. I concealed myself in a hole till the
morning, with a design not only to carry off the treasure, but also
either a good or bad covering, as it might occur, to defend me from the
cold.</p>

<p>Sidy Mahammet soon observed that his treasure was amissing. He ran
quickly to the foot of the bush where I lay. Entreaties, threatenings,
and caresses, were all employed, in order to prevail upon me to return
his goods; and above all, he entreated me not to speak of them to any
person. "I swear to you by Mahomet, by all that I value most," said he
to me, "that I will cause you to be soon conducted to Mogador. I promise
that I will make you a free man the very first opportunity. Restore to
me, I beseech you, that which you formerly gave me. If my wife, who is
just<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> about being delivered, comes to learn my misfortune, it will
affect her very seriously; she will lose her infant, and perhaps her
life. Think what evils you will occasion."</p>

<p>This observation of Sidy Mahammet would not have affected me greatly,
had I not recollected during the night, that it was very possible I
might fall into the hands of some unfortunate wretch, too poor to
undertake so long a journey, and who, to make sure of what I had, might
put an end to my days with his poignard. I made a virtue of necessity,
and pretended to restore them, because of his entreaties. I remarked
what ascendancy his fear gave me over him, and assured him, that if he
broke his word, I would most certainly take again all that I had given
him. He renewed his oaths, and promised to give me punctually, for the
time to come, a portion of milk, evening and morning. He kept his
promise, but never went from home. He feared that his neighbours, with
whom I had constant intercourse, and especially his relations, would
hear of the seizure which I had lately made, and that some other time
his dear casket of jewels might be taken from him for ever. I believe he
now sincerely wished to get quit of me, and Heaven soon furnished him
with an opportunity, which I had so long wished for.</p>

<p>Chance conducted to the place which I had bathed with my tears, Sidy
Mouhamet, sheriff of the tribe of Trargea. He saw me, and asked who I
was. He was made acquainted with my history; they boasted to him
particularly of my great possessions at Senegal, in powder, guns, &amp;c.
The sheriff immediately called me, and inquired what was my situation at
the island of St Louis. I an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span>swered his inquiries. He observed me a
little more attentively, and then cried out, Are you Brisson? Alas! Yes,
I am the same. He was immediately surprised. Do you know that Christian,
added he, all the property at Senegal is his. This man had imagined,
that all the effects in the king's magazines, which he had seen me order
to be delivered, were my own property. My master's brother-in-law,
encouraged by these few words, did not hesitate long in making a
purchase of me, which he did for five camels.</p>

<p>I did not know of this bargain being concluded, when I was one day
struck all at once with surprise and joy. I had returned with my master
from giving the camels drink (for the third time in three months), and
his wife had ordered me to go and carry into the neighbouring tent a
leathern bucket which she had borrowed. Sidy Sellem, whom I have just
mentioned, was there; he called me, and ordered me to prepare to go with
him the next day to Mogador. I had been so often flattered with this
hope, and had so often been disappointed in my expectation, that I could
not persuade myself that what he said was truth. However, some persons
who heard what the Arab said to me, assured me that it was no deception.
The old man himself again protested this to me. I threw myself at his
feet, I wept, I sobbed, I laughed, I did not know where I was. Alas! who
can estimate the value of liberty? or form an idea of what I felt, when
I understood that my fetters were indeed broken?</p>

<p>My first master called me, and told me I was no longer his property. "I
have fulfilled my pro<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span>mise," added he, "you shall again see your native
country." I forgot in that moment all my resentment, and gave myself up
to unbounded joy. It was no small addition to my satisfaction, when I
understood I was to have a companion on the journey. "We are to meet
with some others at a little distance," added he. How little did I
expect to find the unhappy baker there. I asked at him, when I saw him,
by what miracle he had been raised from the dead. "Alas!" he answered
me, "I know not how it comes to pass that I am not indeed dead. Sidy
Mahammet surprised me one day sucking a she-camel. He ran up to me, gave
me several blows, and grasped me so hard by the neck, that I fell down
almost lifeless at his feet. I was greatly surprised, on recovering from
my trance, to find myself alone. I found my neck was all bloody, and you
may see the marks of his nails at this hour. I crept upon my hands into
a hole in a rock. The echo frequently caused the voice of my barbarous
master to resound in my ears; he had come again a little after in quest
of me, or at least to see what was become of me. Not having fallen upon
the place where he thought he left me expiring, he called upon me on all
sides; but I would not answer him. I had resolved with myself, either to
perish with hunger, or to reach the borders of the sea, in hopes of
seeing some ship. I arrived at length, after ten days travel, having
nothing to support me but snails, and urine for my drink. The sight of a
little fishing smack, which had anchored near the land, redoubled my
strength. I ran as fast as I could by the water's edge, endeavouring to
make them observe me by signs, and to get the captain<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span> to send a boat
for me. But I had scarcely entered upon the rocks which border on the
sea, when I was seized by two young Arabs,<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">28</a> who dragged me to some
distance from the sea-coast. The fright occasioned by having fallen into
their hands, disappointment in having failed in my enterprise, and
particularly hunger, had altogether reduced me to such an extremity,
that I would certainly have expired, had not they very quickly given me
some support. They took very great care of me, and from that day became
my masters. I had the charge of keeping their goats, for they have no
other flocks, nor any other livelihood but what they procure by means of
their fish. They appeared to be a much more pleasant people than those
who inhabit the inland part of the country; they are more industrious.
About fifteen days afterwards, they informed me they were to conduct me
to the Sultan; and if they carried me thither, I believed they would
meet with your master at the rendezvous, and inform him that they had
arrested me. I much wished, Sir," added he, "that you had been with me,
well convinced that you would have been happier, for I found no cause to
be displeased with these people. They often spoke to me about you; it
appeared that they all had known of you.<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">29</a> But at last we have met.
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span>What are they to do with us? Are they to conduct us to the Emperor of
Morocco?"</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28" class="fnanchor">28</a> The Arabs who dwell along that coast live upon their fish.
They are exceedingly poor, but of much milder manners than the
inhabitants of the interior parts, by whom they are greatly despised.</p></div>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29" class="fnanchor">29</a> The jewels which I had given Sidy Mahammet had made so
much noise through all the country, that the travelling Arabs who passed
through our districts asked frequently at my companions in misfortune,
when they met me&mdash;<i>Es Brisson?</i></p></div>

<p>After having heard the baker's history, I answered his inquiries to this
purpose, that we were to set out to Morocco, but that we had a very long
journey to make. "We have much to suffer," added I, "as we must follow
the track of the camels; I know not, besides, on what we are to subsist,
for we have no she-camels, and of consequence can have no milk. I am
persuaded we will be obliged to beg our way from village to village,
which will greatly retard our journey."</p>

<p>The next day the inhabitants of the tribe of Trarge assembled around
Sidy Sellem, and made a long prayer; after which they brought both to
him and us a kettle full of broth, prepared with meal of a wild grain,
of which I believe I had formerly heard them speak. They added to this
mess a large portion of milk, and their best wishes for a good journey
to us.</p>

<p>Sidy Mahammet bade me a very affecting adieu. "Adieu, Brisson," said he
to me, "you are about to undertake a very long and troublesome journey.
You may easily conceive what reasons I have to fear the exposing myself
to it. I wish you may have a safe journey, and that your sea-voyage may
be more fortunate than the last; adieu, forget not to send a piece of
scarlet cloth to my wife. You will give it in charge to Sidy Sellem.
Adieu, my friend Brisson." The tears which accompanied these last words
would certainly have imposed upon me, if I had not known how capable he
was to deceive. However, the pleasure I felt in getting away from him,
enabled me to express some gratitude. I engaged to send what he wanted
for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span> his wife. He assisted me in mounting a stout camel which was
appointed for me and the baker, but we were obliged to leave it a few
days after; we were not the only persons who did so. These animals not
finding pasturage, were not in a condition to continue the journey;
besides, the camels in this country are not able to endure so much
fatigue. On the other hand, we were not able to keep our seats very
long, as they had no saddles. We were therefore obliged to walk on foot
the rest of our journey. Judge what I suffered, when the sand penetrated
into the wounds of my feet, and when the thistles opened these wounds
again afresh. I frequently fell down without expecting I would be able
to rise again. At the same time I had frequently to turn, sometimes to
the right, and sometimes to the left, to reassemble the camels which
fell behind; and we were often obliged to make counter marches to avoid
these hordes of Arabs, whom we had reason to fear might pursue us.</p>

<p>One day,&mdash;Alas! the recollection of that unhappy day will long be
imprinted on my memory!&mdash;we descended into a valley which was covered
with verdure by the rains which had lately fallen. My master therefore
made a halt here, in order that the famished camels might get a little
nourishment. He ascended to an eminence, upon a high mountain which
surrounded part of the valley. He sat down a little there, while his own
beast and the other camels should feed, as he meant to carry them to the
city and sell them. I passed on before him to reach the summit of the
mountain, supposing that to be the road which we were to follow. What
confirmed me in my opinion was,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> that the old man permitted me to
continue my journey, and I also observed the path which I took was a
beaten one. At length, having reached the top, I went to a little
distance from the road, to shake my long beard, which was constantly
filled with vermin, notwithstanding all my care. Having lain near an
hour quiet behind a bush, without seeing any of the travellers appear, I
returned again to the edge of the hill. My God, what was my astonishment
when I could see no person! Where are they? Which way have they gone?
What road shall I take? As the hordes which encamped in this
neighbourhood came thither to feed their flocks, a great number of
different roads met here. I could not think of any other way, than to
cry aloud different times on Sidy Sellem. At length I observed at a
distance four or five Arabs, who were coming up towards me. I ran to
meet them, supposing them to belong to our company. I soon discovered my
mistake; a great dog, and one of the stoutest of the barbarians, made up
to me at the same time. The Arab aimed a blow at me with the back of the
blade of his sabre, which struck me on the head. The others coming up,
drew me among the rocks, where they had an asylum, and there prepared to
place me in a frightful situation.</p>

<p>See then the hope of recovering my liberty entirely lost! My slavery
promised to be harder now than ever. I was absorbed in these
reflections, when the assassins conducted me to a declivity, which led
to a place, where they expected to hide me from the sight of their
companions. Suddenly I observed our flocks, and our little caravan, to
the number of twenty persons, in a valley which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> surrounded the
mountains. I luckily escaped out of the hands of my plunderers, and
found as much strength, as enabled me to reach to my old man. The
vagabonds affrighted, took to their heels.</p>

<p>My master reprimanded me severely, and charged me never to separate from
him again. I complained on my part, that he had not stopped me, when he
observed that the road which I pursued, was not that which he himself
was to take, and by his silence, I supposed I was right; in a word, that
he had gone off without calling me back, and that he had not sent any
person in search of me. He gave me for answer, that he had not stopped
me in the road I had taken, because he intended to follow me
immediately; but he had been under the necessity of going after the
camels, who had strayed through the valley, eating the green herbs, of
which they had been long deprived. "I was preparing to overtake you,"
said he, "at the very moment, when the sound of your voice reached me,
and apprised me both of your danger, and of that to which I would have
been exposed in following you. But I durst not risk my camels, nor
hazard my own life, to preserve yours; we have, besides, no time to
lose; let us escape as quickly as possible, from a place, in which I am
in as great danger as yourself." In consequence, we doubled our pace,
for the following six hours, and made a cross-march, in order to deceive
those who might be disposed to follow us. We eat no food the next and
following day, until the evening. I had taken nothing for my support for
two days, but a few handfuls of wild succory, which I had gathered in
the fatal valley.</p>

<p>The day following, we were in an open country.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> We had passed over the
hills, and travelled through plains, filled with calcined flint-stones,
which resembled smith's charcoal. Above these stones, arose at a little
distance, a whitish earth, upon which we saw great trunks of trees,
heaped upon one another, the roots of which were torn off. The bark was
entirely stripped off, and the branches, brittle as glass, were twisted
like cords. The wood was of a yellowish colour, like the wood of
liquorice, and besides, the inside of these trees was filled with a
powder, very hard to the touch. All this announced to me a very
extraordinary revolution. I was anxious to learn, if these trunks had
any taste of sulphur; but neither the wood, the dust enclosed in the
heart of the trees, nor the calcined stones, had either taste or smell.</p>

<p>At some distance, we found the mountains of a prodigious height,
appearing as if they were piled one above another. The rocks, which were
detached, had formed, by their crumbling down, as it were precipices.
Others, suspended in the air, threatened to crush in pieces the
traveller below. Others, again, in their striking one upon another, by
receiving in their shock, slimy earth, which hurled down continually,
formed frightful caverns. The surrounding valleys were filled with
rocks, which appeared to rise one above another, and produced new
masses, not less frightful. To conclude, it appeared like a long range
of mountains, from which pieces of a great size were frequently falling,
which were reduced to dust, before they reached the ground.</p>

<p>From another side issued two fountains, one of which drew along with it,
in its course, a black slimy stuff, which occasioned a sulphurous
smell.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> The other, separated from the first, by a small isthmus of sand,
from twelve to fifteen paces broad, is clearer than crystal. The taste
of these waters is pretty agreeable; the bottom of their bed is filled
with small stones of various colours, which presented to the eye a
delightful prospect.</p>

<p>It was in the same place I observed a singularity, which I submit to the
understanding of my readers. In a valley, which appeared at first sight,
to be very much circumscribed by the number of surrounding mountains,
across threatening vaults, formed by the falling of different rocks,
heaped upon one another, I discovered an immense region, which
astonished me by the variety which it presented to our view. At the
first entrance of this valley, the ground is moist and furrowed, as if
rivulets had formerly winded through it. The borders of these furrows
were covered with many beds, and thickly spread over with a nitrous kind
of ice. The rocks, which served to enclose them, were covered with the
same, and had a near resemblance to cascades. The thick reddish roots,
and the branches, covered with leaves, like those of the laurel tree,
crept across the different crevices. At a greater distance, on advancing
towards the west, we saw pyramids of great stones, as white as
alabaster, towering one above another, which seemed to indicate the
border of a bank, and above which very high date-trees grew up, of which
the trunks were warped round even to the top. The palm trees, extended
upon a mass of stones, by their length and colour, gave proof of their
antiquity. Others, lying across here and there, and wholly stripped of
their bark, afforded a very dismal spectacle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></p>

<p>I split one of the palm-trees with my nails, and put a piece of it in my
mouth; it had a taste, at once bitter and salt, but no smell. Those
which were overturned, fell in pieces immediately upon my touching them;
and the filaments which remained under the bark, were covered over with
a saltish powder, as clear as crystal. The roots which hung far down
from the rocks were glutinous, and the bark broke off with the least
touch. I plucked up several branches of wild laurel, from which I
immediately distilled some white drops, one of which, having fallen upon
my hand, occasioned a very smart pain, and a black spot, which took off
the skin. I durst not venture to taste it. In a word, the stones, the
nitrous beds, the overturned date-trees and others, enveloped to the
very top the immense plain covered with an extremely fine salt, the
ground cut and furrowed, which appeared to have been turned up by the
torrents, those rent mountains, if I may use the expression, all seemed
to indicate, that at some former period, the scum of the sea had been
carried into these places. I asked at Sidy Sellem, if we were far from
the sea, and if ever it had passed that way? He told me, that we were
perhaps the first of the human race who had landed there; that he was
looking for the sea, which ought to be before us, in order to discover
the places where, he had been told, some Arab camps were to be found,
among whom he had friends who had accompanied him in a journey to Mecca.</p>

<p>"Keep yourself easy," added he, "the sun is my guide, he will conduct me
where I wish to go. You may therefore follow, without fear, the
footsteps of the camels." Indeed, I thought that I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> walked with
considerable ease; but it was not long, when I began to feel excessive
pain, as my feet, severely torn, were filled with a kind of saltish
dust. How greatly was I astonished, when, after two days' travelling, I
found we were on the brink of the sea, and perceived below me the
rolling waves foaming upon a frightful precipice! Towards the east,
where I then was, its course was limited by immense rocks. On
considering this elevation, I could not persuade myself, that ever this
element had carried its waves to such a height. The rocks, said I to
myself, would then serve for a bed to it. I lost myself in my
conjectures;&mdash;besides, I set out at first to report facts, and it is not
my province to make learned dissertations.</p>

<p>After some days journey farther, gradually advancing towards Morocco, we
found other mountains no less elevated than the first, covered with
stones of rose, violet, citron and green colours, and I observed
extensive forests at a distance. I had not seen any before all the
thirteen months I had been in the deserts. I was astonished to see the
trunks of trees coming out of the centre of rocks, and to appearance
hanging down like fruits. I saw with surprise also the roebucks running
after one another, upon these same trees, leaping on the hanging rocks
with incredible velocity, when they perceived any one following them.
The moment one of them took to flight, the rest immediately followed. I
observed, among many other trees, that of which the leaf resembled the
gum-tree, or our parsley, to be the only one of the different kinds
which I had seen, in all these countries, that had suffered from
lightning. The thunder had no influence upon the rest.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p>

<p>We travelled through the forests for three days. We had spent already
four nights, and, during that time, had not heard any thing of the
fierce animals, with which the deserts of Africa are overspread. They
must certainly inhabit the country which lies far to the eastward; but
how do they procure water?</p>

<p>The more we advanced, the more my distress abated. We frequently found
fields of barley ready to be reaped. I sat down and ate, with a degree
of pleasure which I cannot express. The water now also became more
abundant. On every side, we frequently fell in with villages, where we
were well received. In others, where we would not have been so safe,
Sidy Sellem was much respected, as he had formerly made a journey to
Mecca. However, the Arabs of the tribe of Telkoennes exceeded all in
their attention to us.</p>

<p>After having paid Sidy Sellem all the customary honours due to a
stranger, they caused to be set before him, at the usual hour, barley,
meal, and milk. He gave me the remainder of his supper, which I went to
eat apart with my new comrade the baker; for, especially on a journey, a
Christian ought neither to eat nor drink, and far less to sleep, beside
his master. My repast being ended, I dug a hole in the sand, in order to
screen myself from the cold. To prevent the sand from entering into my
eyes, I covered my head with a piece of packing-cloth, which I wore
about my middle. But I had scarcely closed my eyes, when I heard the
report of two gunshots, which appeared to have been fired hard by me,
and immediately I was seized by the body. I very readily threw off me
the covering of sand which I had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> made myself, and which was warm. One
of those who held me, asked me if I was wounded. I supposed that the
fire, which had taken hold of my linen, had come from the wadding of the
gun. "No," replied I, "but on what account do you treat me in this
manner?"&mdash;"Sir,"<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">30</a> answered he, "follow us." My master, who had been
awakened by the report of the gun, ran towards the place where he had
heard my voice. He complained of their abusing in such a manner one of
his slaves, and that they had violated the laws of hospitality towards
such a man as he was. The Arab of the mountains, in reply, told him,
with an imperious tone, that during the night he watched his flock, not
knowing that I belonged to his retinue; and having seen a man conceal
himself in the sand, he had supposed him to be one of those robbers,
who, during the night, come to carry off their young goats. Sidy Sellem
pretended to believe him, commended his zeal, and took me out of his
hands. As soon as he imagined that the village was all quiet, he left a
place where he was as much afraid of his own safety as mine.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30" class="fnanchor">30</a> The language which they speak in the Desert, differs from
that spoken in the capital. Sidy Sellem, who was considered as a scholar
among them, was obliged to repeat several times, before he could make
himself understood by Effendy, who interrogated him in the presence of
the Emperor.</p></div>

<p>The Arabs of the tribe of Telkoennes are the worst situated of any that
I have seen in all the Desert. They live in the midst of mountains of
sand, raised by the winds. One would think they endeavoured to hide
themselves from the light of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span>day, so difficult is it to penetrate into
their retreats, or to find the way out of them. The plains in their
neighbourhood abound with prodigious serpents. Three times I had
occasion to see them frighten our camels; and the animals, when
affrighted, fled, and obliged the baker and myself to take long races in
order to assemble them again.</p>

<p>At last we approached to the famous city of Guadnum, of which I had
heard so much talking for a long time past. It was across a cave of
rocks, that I saw at a distance a city built upon an eminence, the
environs of which announced formidable fortifications. When we drew near
it, a little after, I could see no more than earthen bulwarks, almost
all broken down. We observed some of the inhabitants, who appeared at
small windows opposite to us. They seemed to be meditating some wicked
action. The chief of the village, having learned that Sidy Sellem was
the leader of this small caravan, came to meet him, attended by four
negro slaves. They carried on their heads a basket of dates, which their
master had presented as a mark of respect to him. "Is this Guadnum which
I see?" I asked at Sidy Sellem. "No," replied he, "it is Fort Labat. The
city is very near; you may observe it." Indeed, we arrived there two
hours after.</p>

<p>This city, so much longed for, is the refuge of all the most resolute
rebels of the different tribes. It is divided into two parts. The lower
part is commanded by Sidy Adalla, There was a governor for the higher
part, which is situated upon a little hill, and which very much
resembles Fort Labat. Almost all the houses are built in the same
manner. Four great walls occupy an im<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span>mense space of ground. All those
of the same part, build a house which will only admit light by the door
and the top, which remains uncovered. The four walls which surround the
house are very high. There is only one gate in all their circumference.
This is guarded by large dogs. Every particular person has his own dog
to protect himself; and without this precaution, although enclosed
within walls, would have no security against the depredations of any
neighbour more daring, or more skillful than himself.</p>

<p>I could not reconcile this general mistrust with the considerable trade
which was carried on in this city. I saw two markets in it, which
certainly were not inferior in any respect to the largest fairs in the
provinces of France. Though specie of different kinds circulates here, I
am inclined to think that their trade is principally carried on by
barter. Fine wool may be found here in great abundance, and, above all,
woollen stuffs, half white and half crimson, which are used by the
inhabitants for their dresses. The merchants who purchase them, in order
to sell them in the interior parts of the country, give camels in
exchange.</p>

<p>Their ordinary profit is four hundred per cent.; and on these articles
they gain much less than on wheat, barley, dates, horses, sheep, goats,
oxen, she-asses, tobacco, gunpowder, combs, small mirrors, and other
toys, which are not carried to a great distance. They are consumed in
certain small towns of the country, in each of which a market is held on
fixed days. What is very surprising is, that the Jews are almost the
only people who carry on this trade. They are, however, exposed to the
most humiliating insults. An Arab<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> snatches the bread from<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">31</a> the hand
of an Israelite, enters his house, makes him give him a handful of
tobacco, often beats him, and always behaves to him with insolence; and
yet the poor Jew must suffer with patience. It is true, that he
indemnifies himself after his own manner; that is to say, by the address
with which he disposes of his merchandise to advantage, and by the
cunning by which he overreaches an Arab. The latter, in general, are
exceedingly stupid.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31" class="fnanchor">31</a> It was at Guadnum that I first saw bread again. Whether
brick or stones be scarce, or they have not learned the method of laying
their ovens with these materials, I cannot say; but their custom is, to
make little flint-stones, red hot, and on them bake their dough. The
bread is pretty good. That which the emperor caused to be provided for
the consul, appeared to be baked in a different manner, though I cannot
say how. I found it more agreeable to the taste.</p></div>

<p>I met with a Moor in this city, who happened to have been at the
sea-shore the very time of our shipwreck. I owe him an acknowledgment,
for he treated me well. His sister-in-law, Paphye, appeared to take a
very lively concern in my situation. During eight days I spent in
Guadnum, she employed me in grinding some corn. She entertained me well,
and, I may say, showed me numberless instances of care and attention.
She wished much that I would stay with her. But nothing can equal the
generous assistance I received from Aaron the Jew, and his wives,
notwithstanding the ingratitude which they have often experienced from
many Christian slaves.</p>

<p>I left Guadnum, after having rested there eight days. On the road to
Mogador, I found nothing but villages or castles, situated, for the most
part, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span>on very high mountains. At a distance, one would suppose them
superb edifices, but, on coming nearer, we found them much the same with
the others. We were very well entertained. The nearer we approached the
city, however, we found the less hospitality. There is reason to believe
the inhabitants are afraid of the affluence of foreign travellers.</p>

<p>We were sixty-six days on this march; my strength was exhausted, my
limbs swelled, and my feet almost in a state of suppuration.<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">32</a> I had
infallibly sunk under it, if my master, to encourage me, had not
constantly said to me, "Keep up your heart, there is the sea, behold the
ships; take courage, we will be soon there." Hope supported me; and, in
a moment, when I had not the least expectation of it, at length I
perceived that element of which I had so much cause to complain, and
which was still to be the arbiter of my fate. Sidy Sellem, without
doubt, wished to enjoy my surprise. On coming out of a labyrinth of
broom, we arrived at the top of some hillocks of sand.&mdash;Oh! you who read
this history, which is too true, you never can form an idea of the joy
which I felt at that moment, when I again saw the flag of France, and
that of other nations, flying at the stern of the different ships, at
anchor in the road of Mogador, which I still knew by no other name than
that of Soira. "Very well! Brisson," said my master to me; "Very
well!&mdash;Speak, wont you?&mdash;Are you satisfied?&mdash;Do you see these
vessels?&mdash;Do you want those of France?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span>&mdash;I promised to conduct you to
the Consul, you see I have kept my word: but what? you give me no
answer!"&mdash;Alas! what could I answer? my tears could not find vent; I
could not articulate a syllable. I looked at the sea, the flags, the
ships, the city, and I thought that all was a dream. The unhappy baker,
not less exhausted, and equally astonished with myself, mingled his sobs
with mine. My tears trickled down upon the hands of the generous old
man, who had made me so happy with an agreeable surprise.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32" class="fnanchor">32</a> A thorn of a gum bush had run into my foot, which I could
not get extracted, till it was entirely putrified.</p></div>

<p>At length we arrived in the city, but still I was not without my fears.
I trembled lest I should be retained as a slave. I had access to know,
before I left France, that the emperor had abused M. Chenier, and that
he had made his complaint at court. I had not learned if France had paid
any attention to it, or if a new consul had been appointed; but in every
case I had cause to fear. I was not long, however, in being set at ease.
On entering the city, I met two Europeans, "Who and what are you," said
I to them, "you see my misery, condescend to assist me. Comfort me,
support me. Where am I? From what country are you? What month is this?
and what day of it?" I was addressing natives of Bourdeaux, who, after
having considered, went to inform Messrs Duprat and Cabannes, who had
made it their business to relieve any unhappy persons, whom unlucky
accident had thrown upon their coast. They came to meet me; and, without
being ashamed at my shocking appearance, they took me in their arms, and
bathed me with the tears, which the joy of relieving an unfortunate man
made them shed. "Your misfortunes are at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> an end, Sir," said they to me;
"come with us; we will do our best to make you forget your troubles."
They carried me immediately away with them, after having desired my
master to follow us, and to make himself easy, as to any arrangements
which I had it now in my power to make with him. I entreated these
gentlemen to permit me to take along with me, not only Sidy Sellem, but
also his son. Their house became as my own. Care, attention,
friendship&mdash;all were heaped upon me without affectation. They dressed me
from head to foot in their own clothes, till such time as I could get
some made to answer my shape. I was visited soon after by all the
Europeans who were at Mogador; they congratulated me upon the change in
my condition, and particularly that I had arrived at so favourable a
juncture, as that of the entry of a new consul, who had brought with him
from France very considerable presents to the Emperor.</p>

<p>I was presented the same day to the governor of the place, who signified
to us an order to go to Morocco. The king had given a declaration to
that effect. He wished to see all the slaves with his own eyes, and that
they should hear from his own mouth, the proclamation of their liberty.</p>

<p>We therefore set out in about eight days after, with a guard, which
accompanied the treasure, my master, myself and the baker, as Sidy
Mahammet had sent him by his brother, reserving to himself the ransom
which he might receive for him. We were supplied with mules, a tent,
victuals, and men to serve us. We arrived after four days journey.</p>

<p>The first thing I observed, was the steeple of one of the mosques, which
appeared to be at a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span> great distance. I expected to see the dwelling of
ancient emperors, and other remains of antiquity, but I could observe
nothing except the residence of the king of Fez and Mequinez. The walls
which surround the palace are of earth, and the two corners are wholly
in ruins. One would have supposed them to be the enclosure of a
churchyard. The houses in the neighbourhood of the park are low, and
built in the same manner as those of Guadnum, but dirtier, and not so
well aired.</p>

<p>The guard who attended my person, presented me to the consul and
vice-consul. They offered me board and lodging, till I should set out
for France. A second guard very soon came to acquaint me, that, the
emperor informed of my arrival, had ordered me to appear immediately
before him. I therefore followed this messenger, who conducted me
through vast courts, where I saw nothing but very high walls of sand,
and a scorching sun, which darted right on our heads the whole day. I at
length reached the palace, where his majesty's guards are assembled.
Those who attend his majesty's person, are armed with a gun. Their dress
consists of one coat of any colour, and a cloak, similar to those of the
capuchin friars. They have on their head a small red cap, with a blue
tassel at top. Their naked feet only half enter their slippers, which
they are obliged to drag after them. They carry the case of their gun in
the form of St Andrew's Cross, and have a girdle around their body, by
which hangs a cartouch box. Those who do not belong to this corps, have
only a white staff for all their armour.</p>

<p>The horsemen are dressed in the same manner. They wear half-boots on
their feet, and great spurs<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> of nine or ten inches long, which resemble
so many spikes of iron. Their horses have always their sides opened to
the quick; the riders jag them continually, and appear to have pleasure
in it. This is a faithful portrait of the troops of his majesty the King
of Morocco.</p>

<p>While I waited for an audience, I saw a captain review his troops. He
sat down on the ground, his chin leaning on his two hands, and his arms
placed on his knees, and turned up towards his chin. He made the
soldiers advance two by two, and gave them the word of command. These,
having prostrated themselves before him, retired behind, and went about
their affairs.</p>

<p>Five or six of those who were armed with clubs, seized me by the collar,
as if I had been a criminal. They caused open two great folding gates,
like those of our granaries, and pushed me roughly into the park.</p>

<p>In vain I looked around me in search of some ensign of royalty. At
length, having passed a kind of <i>bruette</i>,<a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">33</a> 15 or 20 paces, they made
me turn about my face, and I was ordered while they pushed me roughly
forward, to prostrate myself before this <i>bruette</i>, in which the king
sat, amusing himself in stroking the toes of his foot, which he held on
his knee. He looked at me for some time, and then inquired if I was one
of these Christian slaves, whose vessel had been wrecked upon his coasts
about a year ago, and what was my business at Senegal, &amp;c. "Your loss
was owing to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span>your own misconduct," said he to me; "why did you not keep
yourself at large? Are you rich," continued he; "Are you married?" I had
scarcely answered his questions, when he ordered paper and ink to be
brought him, then, with a small reed, which served him for a pen, he
traced the four principal winds, and made me observe, that Paris lay to
the northward. He then ciphered about twelve figures in French. "Do you
know these?" asked he; and put several similar questions to me, to show
me that he was a scholar.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33" class="fnanchor">33</a> A very mean sort of carriage, drawn by two horses, very
often to be seen in the streets of Paris.</p></div>

<p>"Tell me," continued the Prince, "did the Mountaineers<a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">34</a> use you well
or ill? have they taken many of your effects?" I hastened to answer all
his questions, and informed him, that the nearer I approached to the
capital, the more civil usage I met with. "I have not the sovereignty,"
replied he, "of all the countries through which you have passed; or, to
express myself more properly, my orders cannot be put so effectually
into execution at such a distance. With whom are you come?&mdash;With Sidy
Sellem of <i>La Roussye</i>. I know him, bring him hither." Immediately
after, my master was introduced in the same manner I had been.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34" class="fnanchor">34</a> The inhabitants of the towns call those of the deserts
mountaineers.</p></div>

<p>The emperor asked him, if he had bought me very dear, and what were his
intentions. Sidy Sellem answered him very archly, by informing him, that
he had no other intention in traversing these immense regions, but to
come and prostrate himself at the feet of his sovereign, and present
<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span>him with the homage of his slave.<a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">35</a> "Do you know," continued the
Prince, "if any other of these people are to be found among the
Ouadelims and Labdesseba, as it was by these tribes they were all
seized?" My patron answered him very humbly. "Yes, Sir, and they may be
very easily collected together, if you issue orders to that effect." The
emperor did not push this conversation farther; he commanded one of his
guards to attend me and the baker, upon a fresh order; and that we
should eat in the royal kitchen. This man expressed no little surprise,
that the Sultan should have condescended to converse so long with a
slave.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35" class="fnanchor">35</a> It is certain, that if Sidy Sellem had not wished to pay
his homage to the emperor, (it was fifty years since he had been at
Morocco), and had he not been called to the city by his own particular
business, I would never have seen my native country; I was too far into
the interior parts of the country ever to have escaped otherwise.</p></div>

<p>The next day, the consul called me back before the guard, saying, that
when the king inquired after me, the guard should come and seek me in
his house. I had then appointed for my dwelling, a cave, which had
formerly been the residence of the Spanish ambassador. The emperor,
willing to pay the same attention to the envoy of France, gave him the
same lodging.</p>

<p>This palace, which was the best the emperor had in his disposal, was
nothing else than a long cave dug in the earth, the vault of which was
supported by two ranges of pillars. The descent was by a small stair,
and there was no air but what was procured by small windows, placed on
the head of the vault. The emperor keeps here his <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span>tents and war
equipage. In fine, naked walls, spiders webs, bats and rats, were all
that we could see in this dwelling. This building stands in one of the
finest situations in his majesty's gardens, which are adorned with olive
and quince trees, pomegranates and apples. The four high walls which
surround them, gives one the idea of a state prison. It was in this
place that the emperor lodged the ambassadors, or representatives of
powerful foreign nations, and did not provide them with a single piece
of furniture. He contented himself with ordering them a certain quantity
of beef, mutton, poultry, bread and water.</p>

<p>His majesty's own palace consisted of six large courts, surrounded by
walls. The outside of the seraglio resembled a granary. The mosque is
built in the same manner. I know not if the inside is any thing more
agreeable, but there is nothing in its exterior to please the eye. The
city is separated from the palace by masses of clay. The filth and bones
of beasts which have been killed, heaped upon one another, serve, to use
the expression, as a girdle to the capital. These pyramids of nastiness
are ever to be found within the city. They prevail even on the tops of
the houses, and keep out the very light of day. The sun, which beats
upon these hills of filth, exhales the putrefaction from them. The
houses, ill built, resemble hogsties, and are very ill aired. The
streets are narrow, and partly covered with beds of straw.</p>

<p>One day that the New England ambassador, who had taken lodgings in the
city, the consul and myself, were taking an airing on horseback, we were
obliged to alight. The people, under bad<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> government, or rather without
any, run before us, and interrupted us in our journey, as we had no
guards to escort us. Without this precaution, a person runs the risk of
being cut in pieces. In spite of all the care I could take, I got a
stroke on the head with a stone. But I neither could discover from
whence, or by whom it was thrown. Take this as a just specimen of the
city of Morocco.</p>

<p>The character of the inhabitants differs very little from that of those
of the deserts. They are not quite so stout, and rather fairer. They are
more accustomed to the sight of Europeans, and therefore are less
surprised with it, but they are equally addicted to the practice of
insulting them. I have seen many of them enter into the houses of the
consul and M. Duprat, sit down, and without asking it as a favour,
demand of them something to eat and drink; nay, even require that they
should give them what they thought fit to ask. A porter, who had no
other trouble than to open three times to the consul, the gate of the
court where the emperor was, came with great effrontery to him demanding
a gratification. He gave him some silver pieces, with which he was far
from satisfied. He therefore continued holding out his hand, and crying
<i>Zit</i> (give more, this is not sufficient), with an arrogance equally
ridiculous as his demand.</p>

<p>The secretaries and writers behave in the same manner; they impose their
demands on all who have any concern with them. The principal crown
officers are still more greedy of presents, and especially of great
piastres, of which the value is 5<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> livres and 10 sols. Their master
makes it his daily business, to examine them what they have gained by
doing any piece of business, or executing any commission. He gives them
considerable posts, or sends them upon an embassy; and when it is
presumed that they have amassed a certain fortune, they are accused of
some misconduct, stripped of all their possessions, and left to finish
their days in slavery. Their very children are not exempted from these
acts of barbarity. The same Mouley Adaram, whom I have already
mentioned, lives at this day wandering in the Desert, and among his
banditti, in consequence of having fallen a victim to his father's
covetousness. I do not know if this young prince has ever shown any good
qualities, but in the Desert he is only considered as a barbarous
prince, who will prove a very cruel tyrant, if ever he mounts the
throne. It is true, the throne appears at present to be destined for his
brother Moulem<a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">36</a> Azy, who is as worthless as himself.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36" class="fnanchor">36</a> This was written before my return from Senegal. It may be
noticed, that the son has since declared war against the father.</p></div>

<p>May I be permitted to observe, how extraordinary it is, that a prince so
little to be dreaded as the Emperor of Morocco, should oblige the
different powers of Europe to send ambassadors to him, and that he
should even dictate laws to them. There is not a single sovereign who
dares to send a representative to his court without making him at the
same time considerable presents; and what envoy would present himself
without having his hands full? When M. Chenier, envoy from the court of
France, delivered his despatches to the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>emperor, some thing in them had
given offence to him; he therefore wrapped them in a dirty handkerchief,
and hung them about the consul's neck, who was accordingly publickly
exposed to the mockeries and insults of that cruel nation. How happens
it that the consuls have not, by common consent, represented to their
respective sovereigns, that the Emperor of Morocco becomes every day
more and more powerful by the supplies which they themselves furnish
him? Twenty years ago, this prince was absolutely destitute of
resources. He had neither materials, nor any place for casting cannons;
and he was equally in want of wood for building ships, of ropes, of
nails, and even of workmen. It is France, and other European powers,
that assist him, else the Emperor of Morocco would be of little
consideration. His superb batteries of brass cannons, twenty-four,
thirty-six, and forty-eight pounders, were furnished by Holland, Spain,
England, and France. England has done more than other nations, by
selling him those beautiful cannons which were taken on the floating
batteries. Mogador, that part of it which is next to Morocco, is built
in an advantageous situation. Its batteries are well disposed, and there
are cannon at each embrasure; but they are there only in a manner for
show, as they have no carriages, and are supported only by brick work.
There are no workmen in the country capable of mounting them on
carriages, nor is there wood proper for making them. Did a few vessels
only wait for the sailing of those small frigates, which are almost all
unfit for sea, except only two, nothing would be easier than to prevent
them from returning, and to block up the ports of Mogador,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> Rabat, and
Sallee. What would become of his commerce, and, above all, his marine,
did the Christian princes cease to assist him, contrary to the interests
of humanity! Would England and Spain unite only for a moment, Tangiers,
his most beautiful port, would soon be so far ruined, that it could not
afford shelter to his subjects, who, destitute of ships, would soon be
obliged to give over their piracies.</p>

<p>If the consuls of different nations have never made these observations,
and if they have never pointed out the means of curbing the insolence of
the Emperor of Morocco, it is because they are at the head of the
commerce which these different powers carry on in that part of the
world. The Spanish consul bought up almost all the corn of the country,
and ships were sent off with it, according to his consignments. The
French consul is the only one who does not engage in commerce. I can
positively assert, that these representatives, instead of furnishing
their courts with the means of diminishing the power of the emperor,
never cease to add to his strength, and to incite him to make new
pretensions. How much we assist these pirates to hurt the advantageous
trade which we might carry on! Their situation renders them very
dangerous; but if we leave them only their situation, it would be
impossible for them to profit much by it. Let impartial people pay a
visit to that country&mdash;let them speak with the same sincerity as I do,
and they will no doubt be convinced that the Emperor of Morocco, of all
the princes in the world, would be the least able to do mischief, did
the sovereigns of Europe cease to furnish him with succours.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span></p>

<p>At length, the hour came, when my chains were to be broken off. One day
the prince, on coming out of the mosque, gave the consul to understand,
that he wished him to attend with his slaves, in the court where he held
his <i>Mechoir</i> (a kind of public audience). "Consul," said he to M.
Durocher, "I hope that you will not be like your predecessor, whose
haughtiness displeased me exceedingly. Observe this young man (pointing
to the vice-consul), he is pleasant and complaisant. He constantly
endeavours to please me. I wish you to imitate him. I have desired it of
you. You must write to your master, that I am satisfied with his
presents. Adieu, retire a little with the slaves which I have <i>given
you</i>.<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">37</a> Choose any of my ports which may be most convenient for your
embarkation. Adieu, I go to name the officers of my court, who will
accompany you to the place of the consular residence."</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37" class="fnanchor">37</a> We were seven in number, viz. myself, the baker, and five
others, belonging to the ship (<i>Les Deux Amis</i>) the Two Friends, which
had been shipwrecked some time before us.</p></div>

<p>It was customary at these audiences, for the emperor to take cognizance
of all the affairs of police. He appeared mounted upon a white horse,
caparisoned with a scarlet and blue cloth; gold tassels hung round the
crupper. A squire walked at the side of the sovereign, who held in his
hand a long pole, at the end of which was an umbrella, to defend his
majesty from the heat of the sun. The guard followed them on foot in
great silence. Every thing announced fear. A look from the sovereign
every where spread consternation. At his least word, he saw the head of
one or more of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span>his subjects fall without the least emotion. The culprit
is lifeless, ere the last words of the sentence are out of his mouth.
However, I never knew a rich man, who could buy his favour, suffer
death, be his crime what it might.</p>

<p>What can be thought of a prince, who, upon an idea which had been
suggested to him, that I was doubtless a Christian, more remarkable than
the rest, because I was better drest, and the consul paid me more
attention, forget every thing he had promised, and sent orders to
Mogador, to arrest me, and send me back to Morocco? Happily the winds
had wafted me to too great a distance, when the messenger came to
signify to the governor his master's pleasure.</p>

<p>I may therefore say that misfortune followed me to the last. I had
certainly sunk under my misfortunes as well as my companions, had I not
been supported by a steady firmness, and an unlimited confidence in
Divine Providence. I must not forget to mention, that before my
departure, Sidy Sellem went away abundantly satisfied with the
generosity of the consul.</p>

<hr style='width: 45%;' />

<p>I did not wish to interrupt my narrative, as I thought it would be more
proper, that it should be followed with my various observations on the
religion, manners, usages, &amp;c. of a people, who are very little known,
and who, for that reason, may become very interesting. Fatal experience
has put it in my power to represent <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;then&quot; changed to &quot;them&quot;">them</span>. The reader may rest assured,
that I will be no less guided by truth, in the description which I am
now to lay<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span> before him, than I have been in the preceding recital of my
particular adventures.</p>

<p>The Arabs of the Desert follow the religion of Mahomet; but they have
entirely disfigured it by the grossest superstitions. They live
constantly wandering in the midst of the dry sands of Africa. There are
certain colonies of them who traverse continually the borders of the
sea, without having any fixed dwelling. They are distributed into
tribes, more or less considerable. Every tribe is divided into hordes,
and every horde encamps in the districts which appear most likely to
furnish pasturage for the support of their cattle, and that in such a
manner, that one tribe is never wholly united. They are thus frequently
intermixed with certain villages of the tribes of the Ouadelims,
Labdesseba, La Loussye, Lathidium, Chelus, Tucanois, Ouadelis, &amp;c. The
two first are the most formidable&mdash;they carry their ravages to the very
gates of Morocco. It is not therefore without reason that the Emperor
fears them. They are in general tall, handsome, stout and vigorous men.
They have commonly bristled hair, a long beard, a furious look, large
hanging ears, and their nails as long as claws; they always use their
nails in the wars wherein they are almost constantly engaged with their
neighbours. The Ouadelims, in a particular manner, are fierce, arrogant,
warlike, and given to plunder; they carry terror and dread with them
wherever they go. However, like the other Arabs, their courage commonly
fails them, when they have not a decided superiority.</p>

<p>All these colonies lodge by families, in tents, covered with a thick
cloth made of camels hair. It is the women who spin their cloth, and
weave<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span> it upon a loom, so small, that they work it sitting upon the
ground. The furniture of their dwellings, consists of two large leather
sacks, which answer the purpose of keeping all their old clothes, and
any pieces of old iron; of three or four goat-skins (if they can procure
as many), in which they keep their milk and water; of some wooden
dishes, some pack-saddles for their camels, two large stones for
grinding their barley, a smaller one to drive in the pikes of their
tents, an osier matting which serves for a bed, a thick carpet for a
covering, and a small kettle. These are the pieces of furniture which
distinguish the rich from the poor. Their flocks, by which their riches
are estimated, consist of two or three horses, several camels, some
sheep and goats. The less fortunate have goats and sheep only.</p>

<p>The principal part of their devotions, and that which they observe with
the greatest attention, is prayer. There are different kinds of it: the
first commences always before sun-rising. The Talbe is distinguished by
the length of his beard, a piece of woollen cloth, half white and half
crimson, which he leaves loose and flowing about his body, and under
which appears a figure, exhausted by fasting, (the consequence of
excessive laziness), and a kind of chaplet of an enormous size. He
raises a sad and lamentable voice, which one would be ready to suppose
to be that of a pious and contrite man, but which is, in fact, that of a
hypocrite. Girt with a poignard, he seeks the place where his perfidious
arm can, with assurance, aim the blow with which he wishes to pierce the
heart of his neighbour, his friend, and often his brother. By his
uncouth sounds, he calls his peo<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span>ple to come and range themselves under
his banner, to hear the praises of the Prophet. They all run up to him
with a holy respect; but before the priest begins his prayer, they throw
off a little coat, which they wear fastened to their girdle, and in
which they are wrapped, as it is the drapery of which their clothing
consists. The Talbe afterwards bows himself towards the ground. He
removes with his hands that upon which his feet were placed; then takes
up a handful of the sand which has not been dirtied, and in place of
water, rubs with it his face, hands and arms up to the elbows, in order
to purify himself from all his uncleanness. The people follow his
example.</p>

<p>When the prayer is ended, they stop for some time, sitting squat-down
behind, and trace different figures upon the sand with their fingers,
and turn them round their head, as if sprinkling themselves with a holy
unction. The savages, while thus employed, show as much exterior piety
and respect as we can do in our churches. I do not believe, however,
that it is possible to make a greater jest of religion than they do,
when their prayers are ended. The women, who only attend the morning
matins, and those which they go about at ten o'clock at night, place
themselves at the gate of their tents, and keep themselves with their
faces towards the east.</p>

<p>When the first part of their religious exercise is performed, their next
business is the milking of the flocks. They begin with the she-camels,
giving them a great many blows with their feet, until they make them
rise. As soon as they are on their legs, they take off from their udder
a kind of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> covering made of ropes worked together, which is intended to
prevent the young camel from sucking. The young one then runs up to its
mother, and, by its caresses, prepares her to yield her milk in greater
abundance. The master and the keeper of the flock watch the moment when
the lips of the young camel are covered with a white foam: they then
separate it from its mother; and each resting his head on different
sides against the animal's belly, they press the udder, from which they
sometimes draw five pints of milk, when the rains have rendered the
earth fruitful. The keeper of the flock, after taking a few draughts
every time he milks, pours the rest into a vessel destined for that
purpose, and placed close by the side of his mistress; for he is allowed
no other nourishment than the milk which he draws from the last of the
camels. When all the milk is thus collected, the mistress puts aside her
part, which is never the least; then serves her husband and his
children; and lays up the rest in a goat's skin, which she leaves
exposed to the sun before the milk be made into butter. Three or four
hours after, the young girls bring from the fields the sheep and the
goats. The mother, who is always present at the last milking, mixes the
milk procured by it with that of the camels; and when the sun has
sufficiently warmed it, they separate the cream from it, in order to
make butter. What remains, serves as drink for the rest of the day. When
the butter is made, they put it into small skins, where it acquires a
strong smell, which, according to the taste of these barbarians, adds to
its value. The women use it for greasing their hair: without this they
would think something deficient in their<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> dress. One cannot believe to
what excess they carry their coquetry. They dress their hair with great
art. They keep it flowing in tresses upon their breasts, and fasten to
it any thing they can find. I have seen some of them ornament it with
shell-work, keys of chests, and padlocks, rings of umbrellas, and
buttons of trowsers, which they have taken from sailors.</p>

<p>When their head-dress is thus so far prepared, they cover it with a
greasy cloth, which surrounds their head, covers the one half of their
nose, and ties below their chin. To give a brilliancy to their eyes,
they comb the eye-lashes with a great copper needle, which they have
rubbed upon a blue stone. Next comes the adjustment of their drapery;
and here all the art lies in plaiting it neatly, and so as to keep the
folds, in doing which they employ neither pins, cords, nor sewing. But
that the work of the toilette may be complete, they paint the nails of
their feet and hands with a reddish colour. A Moorish woman, who wishes
to be considered as a beauty, must have long teeth shooting out of her
mouth; the flesh from the shoulder to the elbow loose and flabby; their
limbs, thighs and body, prodigiously thick; their gait slow and cramped.
They have bracelets like the collar of great Danish dogs upon their arms
and legs. In a word, they labour from their infancy to efface any
beauties for which they are indebted to nature, and to substitute in
their room ridiculous and disagreeable whims. They have no other dress
in all their wardrobe than what I have described. To add to the
inconveniences to which these women are subjected, let us only reflect,
that the same linen on which they are deli<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span>vered of a child, they
receive its nastiness and blow their noses in; it is impossible to form
an idea sufficiently disgusting, of the nastiness and horrid smell of
the Moorish women.</p>

<p>Could one suppose that these hideous women are addicted to jealousy and
evil-speaking? It is, however, a truth. One of them has, perhaps,
occasion to go and borrow something from her neighbour. If she meets the
husband, she veils her face, and presently with a trembling air enters
the tent. But if the woman is by herself, she begins to speak all the
evil she can of any neighbour who is better drest. This conversation
goes on, when perhaps a third enters, who does not fail to lay in her
word, in such a manner, as that the one half of the day is spent in evil
speaking; and she very frequently goes away, probably without
recollecting to seek what she came to borrow. Laziness and gluttony are
also their favourite sins. They will expose themselves to numberless
affronts, in order to procure a little camel or goat's flesh, when they
know that it is dressing in any person's house. Their favourite morsel
is the liver.</p>

<p>The men are addicted to almost the same vices. They commonly pass the
whole day stretched out upon a netting to sleep, to smoke, or to clean
themselves from vermin which torment them. The women have generally
committed to their care those employments which the men would otherwise
find no hesitation in doing reciprocally. There can be no cause of
surprise that the whole country is infected with vermin. They content
themselves with throwing them down, without taking the trouble to
destroy them. Notwithstanding all my precaution, my beard was always
filled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span> with them, and I may safely say it was none of the least of my
sufferings during my captivity.</p>

<p>The men meet together sometimes in the day time, to entertain one
another with their warlike exploits. Every one recites the number of
enemies whom he has conquered. A ridiculously false story is almost
constantly followed by a charge of lying; a quarrel is the consequence;
and the conversation is generally terminated with some blows of the
poignard. They can never agitate even the most indifferent question,
without having their eyes inflamed with rage. Fury is depicted in every
the least motion, and they cannot even converse upon domestic affairs,
without roaring and yelling hideously.</p>

<p>Perfidy and treachery are two innate vices of the Arabs. It is for this
reason they never stir from their tents unarmed. They never make any
agreements in writing, well assured that he who receives an obligation
would poignard him to whom he signed it, to cancel his debt; and
therefore they always carry hung to their neck, a little leather purse,
in which they carry about with them whatever they consider as precious.
Although they keep nothing in their tents under lock and key, yet I have
seen some of them having small chests; these coffers, which often do not
contain the value of a small crown, are an object of desire to the whole
colony&mdash;I must not even except the brother, father, nor son of the
proprietor. My master's brother was particularly envious on account of
the small booty with which I had enriched his brother. He proposed to me
one day, as a very simple matter, that I should<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> kill him during the
night. He offered me his poignard, and promised to conduct me to Morocco
when I had committed the crime. However discontented I then was with my
situation, this proposal shocked me&mdash;it struck me with horror. However,
it was soon renewed to me, with entreaties, by one of Sidy Mahammet's
uncles, who, of all his relations, appeared to be most attached to him.
I have frequently seen this man steal into my master's tent during the
night, in order to carry off some old iron, or leather thong. This same
man was one of the most considerable in the village. He was consulted in
their different disputes, and his judgment was always deemed weighty by
the poor&mdash;the rich paid little attention to any man's opinion.</p>

<p>Among the first lessons that they teach their young folks, are, to be
expert in using the poignard, to tear the entrails of their enemy with
their nails, and to give to a falsehood the semblance of truth. Those
who to these talents add that of reading and writing, become very
dangerous monsters, and thus acquire a very great ascendancy over their
companions. It may be justly said, that they are from their infancy
familiarized with vice, and equally happy in committing a bad or good
action.</p>

<p>According to the custom of the country, every stranger Arab, to whatever
district or tribe he belongs, known or unknown, is entitled to their
hospitality. If there are many travellers, they all contribute towards
the expense of their entertainment. All, without distinction, go out to
meet a stranger, and welcome him upon his arrival, assist him in
dismounting from his beast, and carry his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> baggage behind the bush,
which is to defend him from the rigour of the night; for it is an
established custom, that no stranger is admitted into their tent. This
ceremony over, they sit down around the new comer; inquire of him the
news of the country, whence he comes, and if the party have evacuated
the places where they were encamped; if he fell in with any other person
in districts more or less remote; and likewise if he found plenty of
pasturage in the places through which he passed. When they have got an
answer to these different questions, they then inquire to what tribe he
belongs; but they never think of inquiring about his own health or
welfare, till they are satisfied as to the other questions.</p>

<p>If no person is acquainted with the stranger in the horde which he
visits, the richest among them entertain him. If there are many of them,
the expense, as I have already said, becomes common. They serve to each
a large bowl of milk, and of barley meal mixed with boiled milk, or
water when it can be had. If the stranger can read, they give him the
honour of saying prayers; in which case the Talbe of the village places
himself by his side, as master of the ceremonies. This sums up all his
entertainment, if he is a stranger little known among them; but if has
any friends in the horde, or known to be rich, they quickly kill a good
ram, or a fat sheep, to regale him. The women prepare the banquet; and
while they are dressing the flesh, they serve up the fat first raw. So
soon as the meat is ready, they begin by laying aside a portion for the
husband; then that which they appoint for any of their neighbours, with
whom they live on good terms. If this attention was neglected, it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> would
be an irreparable fault. They then place, with care, the travellers mess
upon a truss of straw. The Arab who is the entertainer, causes a
<span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;Christain&quot; changed to &quot;Christian&quot;">Christian</span> slave or negro, to follow him, carrying on his head the repast
for the guest, which however is not set before him till ten o'clock at
night, although perhaps he arrived early in the morning. Their practice
is to give nothing to eat, till night, when they feast either by the
light of a clear moon, or by a great fire, for they must have fire in
almost every season of the year. The traveller never fails earnestly to
entreat the person who brings him his mess, to do him the honour of
eating with him, but he generally declines it as much as possible, and
his refusal is founded on respect for his guest.</p>

<p>The next morning the travellers pursue their journey, without taking
leave of any person whatever. This manner of entertaining one another
would be surely very commendable, were it not for the many stratagems
which they make use of to avoid it. When an unknown stranger appears,
they sometimes place at a little distance from their tent a camel's
saddle, a mat, a gun and a little bundle, all seeming to intimate the
baggage of some traveller who has alighted from his horse; but often
these precautions do not hinder the stranger from settling beside the
same baggage. The chief comes to declare that they belong to some Arab
of a neighbouring village; but as this is a plan with which they are all
equally acquainted, the visitor generally is not discouraged, he remains
there; but in this case they revenge themselves on his importunity, by
giving him a very slender portion of victuals. Then he keeps a sharp
look<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span>out, and if he sees any fire, he runs towards it in the hope of
getting some flesh or broth. He takes great care to keep himself at
first concealed behind the tent, in order to overhear what passes there,
and to discover if they are at victuals; for they are at great pains, in
order to prevent such visits, to take away very speedily the three
stones which support the kettle; and in this case his plan succeeds,
since they never see any person pass without inviting him to enter and
partake of the feast. It often happens that, while the gormandizing goes
on, they steal from behind the bush the effects which he secreted there;
but this is only one trick for another, for he takes the first
opportunity of paying them home in their own coin.</p>

<p>It is difficult to form a just idea of the pride and ignorance of these
people. They not only imagine that they are the first people in the
world, but they have the presumption to believe that the sun rises only
for them. Several of them have repeatedly said to me, "Behold that
luminary! which is unknown in thy country. During the night thou art not
enlightened, as we are, by that heavenly body, which regulates our days
and our fasts. His children<a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">38</a> point out to us the hours of prayer. You
have neither trees nor camels, sheep, goats, nor dogs. Are your women
made like ours?"&mdash;"How long didst thou remain in the womb of thy
mother?" said another. "As long," replied I, "as thou in that of
thine."&mdash;"Indeed!" replied a third, counting my fingers and toes, "he is
made like us; he differs only in his colour and language, which
astonishes me."&mdash;"Do you sow barley in <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span>your houses?" meaning our ships.
"No," answered I; <span title="Transcriber's Note: Quotation mark added before &quot;we&quot;">"</span>we sow our fields almost in the same season as
you."&mdashmdash;"How!" cried out several of them, "do you inhabit the earth? We
believed that you were born and lived on the sea." Such were the
different questions I had to answer, when I had the honour of their
conversation.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38" class="fnanchor">38</a> Thus they name the stars.</p></div>

<p>War among them is nothing else than robbery; therefore they never engage
in it, but in the view of indulging their sloth, when they have pillaged
the flocks, and ravaged the fields before they are reaped. One day that
the fields were covered with the whole flocks of the village, one of the
keepers ran up, quite out of breath, to inform us that some squadrons of
the Ouadelims had appeared upon the top of the hills, with an apparent
intention of carrying off the cattle. Immediately the drum<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">39</a> beat, all
ran to arms, and advanced towards the enemy. The riders on horseback are
enveloped in a cloud of dust. The camel, who has a very long step, is
almost as agile. Pushed on by the roaring cries of his rider, he darts
into the crowd, and makes a more terrible carnage by his bites than all
the musketry. They never make an attack drawn up in line of battle.
Every warrior has his own particular combatant. He who throws his
adversary on the ground, or who carries off his arms or his beast,
retires precipitately with the fruit of his victory. Others, if they
think they are the stronger party, lay hold on them, give <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span>them several
blows with a poignard, or trail out their entrails with their horrid
claws. The person who to-day is possessed of considerable riches in
bestial, may find himself reduced to-morrow to extreme poverty, and
stripped by him who, the preceding day, had no property at all. The
weakest tribes, who are in consequence most exposed, are careful to live
at a considerable distance, especially from the Ouadelims and
Labdesseba. I have seen some of these two tribes, sometimes before
leaving their country, begin their ravages in the neighbourhood of
Arguin, which they call Agadir, and carry them even to the gates of
Morocco.</p>

<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39" class="fnanchor">39</a> This great drum is committed to the charge of one of the
most considerable inhabitants. It is used on different occasions;
sometimes to call to arms, sometimes to inform that an Arab is
bewildered in the Desert, and at other times that the camels are lost.</p></div>

<p>In general, they cultivate no other grain but barley, and sometimes
wheat, when there has been plenty of rain. But after three years of
drought, their fields producing nothing, their method is to carry the
horrors of war into more fortunate countries, and there seize from their
brethren the fruits of their labour and industry. It thus happens that
plentiful crops fall into the hands of ferocious men, who are more
disposed to fight, than to labour for their subsistence.</p>

<p>When the battle is over, each party dig graves for the slain. The
Talbes, being desired to repair to the place stained with the blood of
their brethren, ran up to perform the duties of their function. These
consist in pronouncing some plaintive sounds upon a few handfuls of sand
gathered together in a shell, and sprinkling it upon the unhappy persons
whom they prepare for death, by placing their thumb upon their forehead,
as if they were applying some holy oil, and conclude with throwing upon
their bodies a scarf and chaplet. When they expire, they stretch them in
a grave,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span> always carefully laying them on the left side, with their face
towards the east, as if to contemplate the tomb of their prophet. They
then enclose the tomb with great stones heaped upon one another, which
serve as a monument to these pillaging soldiers. The ages of their
warriors are distinguished by the space of ground which their coffin
occupies. The women, bathed in tears, come to throw themselves around
these mausoleums. Their gestures, wry faces, and harmonious sobs, form a
very ridiculous spectacle. A traveller should never pass before these
tombs, without depositing there his staff; and, after a short prayer, he
raises around the tomb heaps of stones, which are evidences of the vows
he has made for the repose of his soul.</p>

<p>After these funeral rites, cries of desolation resound through the
village. Every person mingles tears with those of the afflicted
relations. The tent of the deceased is conveyed to another place. All
his effects are exposed to the open air; and one of the fattest rams is
slain to comfort the relations and friends, who offer it to the deceased
in sacrifice. The repast being ended, they bury all differences. The day
after the battle, I have seen them pay visits to one another. He who has
dangerously wounded his neighbour the day before, goes to see him, and
converses with him on the dexterity with which he seized the favourable
moment to strike the blow. But what I consider as most extraordinary is,
that earth is their only cure for the deepest wounds. From whatever
place they take the earth, the effect is the same. In order to heal
their pains, they have recourse to another expedient, which however does
not always prove equally efficacious; that is, to apply red hot<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> iron to
the part affected. Indeed, these Arabs are subject to few diseases. I
have seen many old people, of both sexes, who were oppressed with no
kind of infirmity. Sore eyes, and colics, are the most usual disorders
among them. Children, above all, are exposed to these, though in other
respects strong and robust. In the morning it is difficult for them to
open their eyelids. With regard to the colic, I think it is occasioned
by the verdigris which is mixed with every thing they eat or drink. The
reason of its not occasioning more sudden disasters, is, perhaps, the
large quantities of milk which they use. The kettles in which they cook
their victuals are not tinned; they never wash them, on account of the
scarcity of water; so that they remain covered with a crust of
verdigris, which they do not scrape away even when they scour them with
sand. During my stay among them, I was desirous of taking that charge,
and of rubbing, until I should clear the verdigris entirely away. But
they absolutely forbad me, telling me that I should wear their kettle.
It is therefore impossible but that victuals kept in such vessels must
prove prejudicial to their health.</p>

<p>It sometimes happens that the fields of these barbarians are covered
with plentiful crops. But instead of waiting till the grain attains to
maturity, they cut it down, and dry it over hot cinders; without
reflecting that, by pursuing this method, they deprive themselves of
that abundance which is necessary for the support of their families, and
of straw to feed their cattle, which, for the most part, are reduced to
the necessity of browzing on dry branches of trees; and that they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span>
themselves are often obliged to eat the saddles and girths from the
backs of their camels. I could not see, without regret, the little care
which these barbarians take in preparing the earth. They leave the seed
between heaps of stones, and among bushes, the parched roots of which
absorb all the moisture of the ground, on which the waters leave a kind
of mud very proper for assisting early vegetation. The person who is
employed to till the ground, repairs to those spots which the rain has
principally moistened, and scatters the seed here and there
indifferently; after which, he turns up the earth with a plough drawn by
one camel, which consequently makes a furrow of very little depth. If
the moisture of the clouds happens to second his labour, each retires
with his portion to some rock or cavern. In passing through more fertile
cantons, I have found under my feet sheaves of corn, the full ears of
which invited the most opulent Arab to collect them. Others, heaped one
upon another, remained exposed to the injuries of the weather, because
the proprietor found himself provided with enough to last him until the
season when the vapours attracted by the mountains should fall down in
torrents, and overflow the valleys.</p>

<p>"Is it possible," reasoned I with myself, "that any of mankind are in
such a state of ignorance, as to make so little improvement of the
blessings of Providence? How happy would I think myself with any kind of
food suited to my taste!" I have at times taken a few handfuls of this
barley, and, having cleaned the grain by rubbing it in my hands, I then
eat it with inexpressible pleasure. On such occasions, I could have
imagined that I was transported where the manna rained<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> down from the
sky for the support of the Israelites in the wilderness.</p>

<p>From any thing I could ever learn from the Arabs with whom I lived, they
are wholly strangers to every kind of industrious labour, and equally
unwilling to be instructed. They have only two artisans among them, and
these they regard with a kind of veneration, and doubtless with
astonishment, when they see them imitate in any manner the works of
foreigners, for they themselves are incapable of doing any thing. A
wheelwright and a blacksmith were in possession of the whole arts and
sciences of the country. The knowledge of the first was exercised in
making wooden dishes, mortars, and ploughs; but he has never yet been
able to give to that instrument of agriculture that shape which is
proper, and would make it easy for the hand of the labourer. The other
labours with strength of arm upon iron, and is equally ignorant of its
good and bad qualities. I have frequently seen him heat his iron many
times in the fire till he had exhausted all its virtue, and then he was
obliged to give it up, without making any thing of it; and if at other
times he was more fortunate, he never produced more than a clumsy
resemblance of the article which he wished to imitate. The same artisan
wrought with equal confidence in precious metals. My master one day
brought to him the chain of gold which I had given him, with orders to
make rings of it for his daughter. The ignorant fellow, after having
examined it, pretended that it was not gold. He compared it with a piece
of a mixed metal, which he had procured from one of our wrecks, and
which he insisted was pure gold. To support his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> assertion, he remarked
that mine was of various colours, but his was real metal, and of a
yellower hue. In short, after several remarks and dissertations equally
ridiculous as ill founded, he came to the resolution of making a hole in
a piece of charcoal, in which he enclosed it; and after having blown the
fire well, he was lucky enough to melt it, and to form rings as large as
the round of a snuff-box. His genius was generally admired, and he got a
bowl of butter-milk for his reward.</p>

<p>What pains did I not take to teach them a method of grinding their
barley with more ease, and of fanning it! How much have I laboured to
instruct them how to load their camels, with more equal weight on both
sides, in such a manner as not to hurt their sides, and to keep their
instruments from being in continual danger of being broken, by falling
to the ground! I wished to make them take more pains in labouring the
earth, and gather in their harvest with more care; in short, I wished to
polish them, but my attempts were vain; they are more conceited than
their camels, (which is by no means saying little;&mdash;much have I suffered
from these animals during the thirteen months I kept them!) What
evidences do they give in every thing they undertake of their want of
capacity! It is not possible to root out their prejudices, or correct
their ill habits. I have seen in the hands of the smith the flourish of
a gun-lock, with which he laboured fifteen whole days. When he had
finished his work, I told him that it was so ill fitted to the case,
that the person to whom it belonged could not make use of it without
running great risks. All the by-standers wished me to make a trial of
it, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span> I declined it. The workman, however, through the abundance of
his self-conceit, would try it himself, and accordingly it carried off
part of his jaw-bone and hand. I was convinced from what I had seen,
that this gunsmith's want of skill was the occasion of many wounds which
they received in battle.</p>

<p>Often did they question us, if there was not a gunsmith among us. They
seemed to think I was one from the observations which I had made. Their
arms are in the worst condition imaginable. They are in general exported
guns which the Arabs of the tribe of Trargea get in barter for camels.
Some tribes have procured them from ships which have been wrecked on
their coasts, and some bring them so far as from Morocco. These last are
more substantial, but so difficult to manage, that they prefer those
from Europe; and, above all, double-barrelled guns. There is not an Arab
who would not cheerfully give a Christian slave for one of these guns.
When they need repair, it is done with iron which they have abstracted
from ships. I was at first astonished to see with what eagerness they
staved barrels of spirits (<i>aquavit&aelig;</i>) for the sake of their iron hoops.
I could not have supposed they could have made use of such wretched iron
for that purpose. If metal and guns are objects of such value in their
eyes, one can readily conceive that stones, balls, lead and powder, are
far from being of little consequence with them. They can very well
distinguish good powder from bad. There is a powder manufactory in the
little city of Guadnum; but it is so coarse and bad, as to have often<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span>
very little effect, sometimes none at all. It clogs and dirties the gun;
and for want of oil, they are often obliged to grease them with butter.</p>

<p>If we may except these crimes which they endeavour to commit under
night, these people never make a mystery of their actions. If any of
them are proposing to take a long journey, they inform the whole
village, who meet together to give their best advice to the traveller.
Every one puts in his word, even children of fourteen years, who speak
with as much confidence as an old man could do in proposing an affair of
importance. These conferences, which they hold together for the purposes
of either condemning or approving of one another's schemes, are
sometimes prolonged for a whole month. In the same manner they consult
about changing their encampment, or removing the camels to the
sea-coast. This last matter is always very long of being decided upon,
on account of the distance, and of what they must suffer in being
deprived of milk till the return of these animals. It is true, that, in
such cases, those who do not send away their camels supply those that
are in want, but it is always in the view of being fully repaid, as they
express it themselves. They never manifest such joy as on the return of
the flocks. They come back with their interior well filled with water;
and although it has contracted a taste and smell exceedingly
disagreeable, it is however so scarce, that they drink it with much
enjoyment.</p>

<p>Every person in Europe supposes that a dog would run mad if deprived of
drink. In the deserts of Arabia, where the heat is excessive, they never
drink any, and commonly live on excrement.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span> The camels will subsist four
months without tasting a drop of water. The goats and sheep drink still
less. Indeed, if it were not for the horses, the Arabs would never go in
search of water; they would wait on that which falls from the sky. The
rains, which usually fall about the month of October, spread an
universal joy. They keep all their holidays at this period. You can form
no idea of this general happiness, having never experienced this want.</p>

<p>A husband cannot divorce his wife, without the previous permission of
the old men of the village, who never refuse it. The women are on all
occasions treated with the greatest contempt. They never assume the name
of their husband, but retain that which was given them at their birth.
The children are not even called by their father's name. In almost all
the colonies in which I have been conversant, there are only four or
five different names in use among them. They are distinguished by that
of their tribe, or some other surname. When an Arab sets out on a long
journey, his spouse, after having received his adieu, follows him about
twenty paces from his dwelling, and throws after him the stone, which is
used for driving in the pikes of their tent, and, in the place where it
lies, she buries it in the sand till his return. It is thus she
expresses her good wishes for a successful journey to him.</p>

<p>Although the women behave very indecently, both in their words and
actions, they are however faithful to their husbands. It is difficult to
reconcile the tenderness which they show towards their children, and the
barbarity with which they correct them, especially the daughters, who
are much<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span> neglected both by the father and mother. However, it is in
their appearance that they display their opulence. They ornament their
ears, arms and legs, with rings of gold and silver. They put so much
alloy in their silver, that it is little else than whitened copper. The
poorer class make use of no other metal than this.</p>

<p>Nothing can exceed the joy of the parents upon the birth of a son. They
think it is a very lucky circumstance when the mother is delivered
without assistance from either male or female; thus it frequently
happens that she is delivered alone. She is stretched out upon the sand,
and when the child is born, takes a drop of milk to strengthen her, and
remains lying on the ground, in a wretched tent, which scarcely defends
her from the weather.</p>

<p>Every woman, on the birth of a son, as a demonstration of her joy,
blackens her face for forty days. When a daughter is born, she only
daubs the half of her face, and that for twenty days. If the poor
infants could only see what a hideous appearance their mother makes,
they would not come near her breast. I never in my life saw so shocking
a sight.</p>

<p>I could never keep in temper to see the cruelty with which these women
use their children, even while at the breast. They give them great blows
with their fist upon the back, to make them sleep; and, to prevent their
crying, pinch them unmercifully, and twist their skin with their
fingers. I have seen these inhuman mothers set out with them the same
day they were delivered, to go to an encampment fifteen or twenty
leagues distant. They place them without care in a kind of cradle,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span>
which is set on the top of a camel's load. As in this situation they are
very conspicuous, they endeavour to make a show, and eclipse one
another; for this purpose they decorate the bodies of their camels with
stripes of scarlet-coloured cloth, and white rags. The four stoops which
support the body of the cradle, are adorned with leaves of copper, gilt
with gold or silver.</p>

<p>It is the women in general who lift the pikes of the tents, when their
husbands are resolved to move their camp. They also have the charge of
the camels under the inspection of their masters. When the husband
mounts his horse, it is his wife who holds the stirrup to him, although
she sometimes falls and hurts herself. This gives him little uneasiness,
provided, at his arrival, she is sufficiently recovered to attend him
with a bowl of butter-milk.</p>

<p>I have often been shocked to see one of these Arabs (who, not being rich
enough to keep a horse, having been mounted above his packages), leave
to the affrighted women the trouble of lifting up again the load which
had been thrown over, while he went to lie at his ease behind a bush.</p>

<p>Nothing can be more haughty than an Arab's behaviour to his wife, and
nothing more humble than that of a wife in the presence of her husband.
She is not allowed to eat with him, but, after having served him, she
retires till her husband calls upon her, to give her what he leaves.</p>

<p>An Arab cannot, without incivility, enter into his neighbour's tent on
any account; he calls standing at the door, and the woman who hears him
vails herself immediately, in the same manner which she does when she
passes any person. A<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span> husband would be much to blame, if, on entering
into his tent, he should lie down upon the mat which belongs to his
wife; he cannot enjoy this favour but when she is in bed. They are
indeed very attentive to their wives when with child. In every family
there is at least five or six children; and a plurality of wives being
permitted, one may easily conceive how soon these colonies become
considerable. No jealousy subsists between these rival wives, although
they all live under the same tent, and are witnesses of their husband's
embraces to each other.</p>

<p>The lodging which is appointed for a new married couple is adorned with
a small white flag. The bridegroom wears around his brows a bandage of
the same colour; whether it be his first or fifth marriage, he is always
decorated with this mark of virginity, be his age what it may. The day
of the marriage ceremony, he causes a camel to be slain for the
entertainment of his guests. The women and children, without any
distinction, assemble round the drummer; while he, set upon the ground,
beats with his hand upon the instrument, and sounding through the other
hand like a trumpet, he adds to this horrid noise the beating of his
drum, and an iron chain which he moves with his arm. One person only
dances to these instruments. Without moving from his place, his arms,
his head and his eyes, follow the music. His body remains without any
perceptible motion. His hands waving before his body, form different
gestures, every one more indecent than another. All the spectators beat
time with their hands. With the neck bent forward, and the jaw-bone
turned sometimes to one side, and sometimes an<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>other, they make a
thousand different wry faces, to which the dancing lady answers with an
astonishing precision. She finishes with gently reclining towards the
musician; the sounds of the instrument gradually become weaker; the eyes
of the actress are half closed; she gently presses her bosom; every
thing expresses violent passion. But it is not possible to give an idea
of what now passes, nor the air of indifference with which the woman,
who lately played a like part, joins her companions. The young people
form themselves into a circle, in the midst of which only one remains
standing on one leg, and with the other endeavours to defend himself
from the blows which they wish to aim at him; and the first whom he
strikes takes his place. This piece of dexterity is the only one with
which they are acquainted.</p>

<p>The day following the marriage, they separate the new married bride from
her husband, and the friends who are present take water and wash her
from the middle to the feet. They then comb and dress her hair, paint
her nails red, and dress her with new linen. If she is not rich enough
to buy these things, they lend her what she needs till the end of the
feast.</p>

<p>I have always considered as a fable, what I have been told of the
breasts of a Moorish woman, but am now convinced of my error. I have
<i>seen</i> (to cite no other examples), I have <i>seen</i>, I say, one of these
women teazed by one of her children, throw them one of her breasts with
such force, that it reached the ground.</p>

<p>Their male children can scarcely walk, when the mother treats them with
the same respect as her husband, that is to say, prepares food for
them,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> and will not eat herself till her son has been served. The Talbe
who teaches them to read and write, gives them instructions with a loud
voice; and as each of them is learning a different lesson, it occasions
a horrid noise. The lessons they give them are written upon small boards
of polished wood. One lesson learned, they efface it, and write another
upon it; they make their pen of a small piece of wood. Their ciphers
pretty much resemble ours.</p>

<p>After what I have related of these barbarians, was it possible that I
should not be anxious to be again restored to my native country! We
complain when we change our dwellings; weep, when we part with friends;
are uneasy when we forget a handkerchief, or have a beard two days
without being shaved; and I have been a slave, naked, bit with vermin,
wounded in every part of my body, my bed among sand, either burning or
moist, for fourteen months. O Divine Providence! It is by Thee I have
been supported in what I have undergone, to Thee I have sacrificed my
sufferings, and from Thee I expect my reward.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span></p>



<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<h2><a name="PART_III" id="PART_III"></a>III.</h2>

<h2>ACCOUNT OF THE ADVENTURES OF
MADAME GODIN DES ODONAIS,</h2>
<h3>IN PASSING DOWN THE RIVER OF THE AMAZONS,</h3>
<h3>IN THE YEAR 1770.</h3>
<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span></p>


<hr style="width: 65%;" />
<p class="center">M. GODIN DES ODONAIS TO M. DE LA CONDAMINE.</p>

<p style="text-align: right;"><i>St Amand, Berry, 28th July 1773</i>.</p>
<p><span class="smcap">Sir</span>,</p>

<p>You require of me a narrative of the travels of my spouse along the
Amazons River, the same route I followed after you. The rumours which
have reached your ears of the dangers to which she was exposed, and
which she alone of eight persons surmounted, augment your curiosity. I
had resolved never to speak of them again, so painful to me was the
recollection of them; but, as an old companion in your travels, a
distinction which I prize, I cannot refuse, in return for the interest
you take in our welfare, and the marks of friendship you have shown me,
to give you the satisfaction you require.</p>

<p>We landed at Rochelle on the 26th of June last, after a passage from
Cayenne, effected in sixty-five days, having left this last place on
the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> 21st of April. On our arrival, I made inquiries after you, and
learnt, with much grief, that four or five months had elapsed since you
were no more. While yet in tears, my wife and myself were delighted, on
wiping them away, to find that at Rochelle the literary journals, and
what regards the Academy, are far less read than the news which relates
to commerce. Accept, Sir, for yourself and Mad. de la Condamine, our
heartiest congratulations.</p>

<p>You will recollect, that the last time I had the honour of seeing you in
1742, previous to your leaving Quito, I told you that I reckoned on
taking the same road that you were about to do, along the River of
Amazons, as much owing to the wish I had of knowing this way, as to
insure for my wife the most commodious mode of travelling, by saving her
a long journey over-land, through a mountainous country, in which the
only conveyance is on mules. You took the pains, in the course of your
voyage, to give information at the Spanish and Portuguese missions
established on its banks, that one of your companions would follow you;
and, though several years elapsed from the period of your leaving them,
this had not been forgotten. My wife was exceedingly solicitous of
seeing France; but her repeated pregnancies, for several years after
your departure, prevented my consent to her being exposed to the
fatigues incident on so long a voyage. Towards the close of 1748, I
received intelligence of the death of my father; and my presence thence
becoming indispensable for the arrangement of my family affairs, I
resolved on repairing to Cayenne by myself down the river; and planning
every thing on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> way to enable my wife to follow the same road with
comfort, I departed in March 1749 from the Quito, leaving Mad. Godin at
that time pregnant. I arrived at Cayenne in April following, and
immediately wrote to M. Rouill&eacute;, then minister of the navy, entreating
him to procure me passports and recommendations to the court of
Portugal, to enable me to ascend the Amazons, for the purpose of
proceeding to my family, and bringing it back with me by the same
channel. Any one but you, Sir, might be surprised at my undertaking thus
lightly a voyage of fifteen hundred leagues, for the mere purpose of
preparing accommodations for a second; but you will know that travels in
that part of the world are undertaken with much less concern than in
Europe; and those I had made during twelve years for reconnoitring the
ground for the meridian of Quito, for fixing signals on the loftiest
mountains, in going to and returning from Carthagena, had made me
perfectly a veteran. I availed myself of the opportunity afforded by the
conveyance which took my letters, to forward several objects relating to
natural history for the King's garden; among others, seed of the
Sarsaparilla, and of the five species of the Butua; with these also a
grammar, printed at Lima, of the language of the Incas, which I designed
as a present for M. de Buffon, from whom I received no answer. By that
with which I was honoured from M. Rouill&eacute;, I learnt that his Majesty had
been pleased to direct that the governor and intendant of Cayenne should
both furnish me with recommendations to the government of Para. Upon
this, I wrote to you, Sir, and you were so obliging<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span> as to solicit
passports for me. You moreover favoured me with a letter of
recommendation from Commander La Cerda, minister of Portugal to France,
addressed to the governor of Para, with a letter from M. l'Abb&eacute; de la
Ville, which informed you that my passports had been expedited and
forwarded to Para. I inquired respecting them of the governor of that
place, who expressed his entire ignorance of the fact. I repeated my
letters to M. Rouill&eacute;, who then was no longer in the ministry. Since
that time I renewed my letters every year, four, five, and even six
times, for the purpose of obtaining my passports, and constantly without
effect. Many of my letters were lost, or intercepted, during the war, of
which I the less doubt, from your having ceased to receive any,
notwithstanding I regularly continued my correspondence. At length,
hearing casually that M. le Comte d'Herouvillo was in the confidence of
M. de Choiseul, I ventured, in 1765, to write to the former of these
noblemen, although I had not the honour of being known to him,
explaining, in a few words, who I was, and entreating him to intercede
with the Duc de Choiseul for the transmission of my passports. To the
kindness of this nobleman alone can I attribute the success that
followed this step; for, the tenth month from the date of my letter to
M. le Comte de Herouville, I saw a decked galliot arrive at Cayenne,
equipped at Para by order of the King of Portugal, manned with thirty
oars, and commanded by a captain of the garrison of Para, instructed to
bring me to Para, thence transport me up the river as high as the first
Spanish settlement, to await there till I returned with my family, and
ultimately re<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span>conduct me to Cayenne, all at the special charge of his
Most Faithful Majesty; a liberality truly loyal, and such as is little
common among sovereigns. We left Cayenne at the close of November 1765,
in order to take in property belonging to me at the fort of Oyapoc,
where I resided. Here I fell sick, and even dangerously so. M. de
Rebello, the captain, a knight of the order of Christ, was so
complaisant as to wait for me six weeks. Finding at length that I still
continued too ill to venture on the voyage, and fearful of abusing the
patience of this officer, I besought him to continue his route, and that
he would permit me to put some one on board, to whom I might intrust my
letters, and who might fill my place in taking care of my family on its
return. I cast my eyes on Tristan D'Oreasaval, a person whom I had long
known, and in whom I had confidence. The packet I intrusted to him
contained the orders of the Father-general of the Jesuits to the
Provincial of Quito, and the Superior of the missions of Maynas, for
furnishing the canoes and equipage necessary for the voyage of my
spouse. The instructions I gave to Tristan were simply to deliver those
letters to the Superior, resident at La Laguna, the capital of the
Spanish missions of Maynas, whom I entreated to forward my letters to
Riobamba, in order that my wife might receive information of the vessel
despatched by his Majesty of Portugal, at the recommendation of the King
of France, to bring her to Cayenne. Tristan was further directed to wait
an answer from Riobamba at Laguna. He sailed from Oyapoc on the 24th
January 1766, and arrived at Loreto, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> first establishment belonging
to Spain on ascending the river, in the month of July or August of the
same year. Loreto is a mission established below that of Pevas, since
the period of your coming down the river in 1743; nay, both this and the
Portuguese mission of Savatinga, above that of St Pablo, which was
before their last settlement up the river, have been founded since my
passage descending in 1749. The better to comprehend what I now
describe, it may be well you should cast your eyes over the chart made
by you of the course of the Amazons, or that of the province of Quito,
inserted in your Historical Journal of the Voyage to the Equator. The
Portuguese officer, M. de Rebello, after landing Tristan at Loreto,
returned to Savatinga, in conformity to the orders he had received of
waiting there until Madame Godin should arrive; and Tristan, in lieu of
repairing to Laguna, the capital of the Spanish missions, and there
delivering his letters to the Superior, meeting with a missionary
Jesuit, called Father Yesquen, who was on his return to Quito, by an
unpardonable oversight, which had every appearance of a bad intent,
delivered to his care the packet of letters. This was addressed to
Laguna, some days' journey from the spot where Tristan was; but instead
of attending to this circumstance, he sent it five hundred leagues
beyond, to the other side of the Cordilleras, and himself remained in
the Portuguese missions, carrying on trade.</p>

<p>You will please to notice, that, besides different articles which I had
intrusted to him to dispose of for me, I had furnished him, in addition,
with more than sufficient to defray all expense in travelling through
the Spanish missions.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span></p>

<p>In spite, however, of his bad conduct, a vague rumour obtained
circulation through the province of Quito, and reached the ears of
Madame Godin, not only of letters addressed to her being on their way in
the custody of a Jesuit, but also, that, in the uppermost missions of
Portugal, a vessel equipped by his Most Faithful Majesty had arrived to
transport her to Cayenne. Her brother, a monk of the order of Augustins,
in conjunction with Father Terol, a provincial Dominican, exerted
themselves much to induce the Provincial of the Jesuits to obtain these
letters. The Jesuit who received them at length made his appearance, and
stated he had delivered them to another; this other being interrogated,
replied, he had committed them to a third; but, notwithstanding the most
diligent inquiry, the letters never were found. With respect to the
arrival of the vessel, opinions differed, some giving credit to, while
others disputed the fact. To venture on a voyage of such length without
any certainty, and preparatory thereto to arrange all family affairs,
and part with her furniture, was what Madame Godin could not, without
much risk and imprudence, resolve upon. She determined on the
commendable medium of despatching a faithful negro, who departed with
some Americans, but who, in consequence of obstacles, was obliged to
return. His mistress sent him forward a second time with new
instructions, and means of surmounting the difficulties which had
prevented his progress before. More fortunate on this second trip, the
negro reached Loreto, saw and communicated with Tristan, and, returning,
acquainted Madame Godin of the reality of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span> report, and that Tristan
was at Loreto. Upon this she determined on her journey, sold part of her
furniture, but left the rest, as well as her house at Riobamba, a garden
and estate at Guaslen, and another property of ours between Galt&eacute; and
Maguazo, to her brother-in-law. Some idea of the length of time which
elapsed since the month of September 1766, at which epoch the letters
were delivered to the Jesuit, may be formed by computing how long the
journey of the reverend father to Quito must have occupied, how much
time would be lost in seeking the letters, in inquiry into the fact of
the rumour, in hesitating about what was best to be done, and in the two
journeys of the negro to Loreto and back to Riobamba, the sale also of
our effects, and the requisite preparations for a voyage of such length;
in fact, these prevented her setting out from Riobamba, forty leagues
south of Quito, before the 1st of October 1769.</p>

<p>The arrival of the Portuguese vessel was rumoured at Guayaquil, and even
as far as the shore of the South Sea; for M. R., who reported himself to
be a French physician, coming from Upper Peru, and on his way to Panama
and Porto Bello, in the view of passing thence to Santo Domingo,
Martinico, or, at any rate, to the Havannah, and from that place to
Europe, touching at Point St Helena, learnt there that a lady of
Riobamba was on the point of setting out for the Amazons river, and
embarking thence in a vessel equipped by the order of his Portuguese
Majesty, to take her to Cayenne. This engaged him to change his route,
and ascending the Guayaquil river, he proceeded to Riobamba, to entreat
Madame Godin to grant him a pas<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span>sage, undertaking, in return, to watch
over her health, and show her every attention. At first she answered,
that she had no authority to grant his request; but M. R. applying to
her two brothers, they represented to her so urgently that she might
have need of the assistance of a physician on so long a voyage, that she
at length consented to his accompanying her. Her two brothers, who
likewise were setting out for Europe, hesitated not an instant to avail
themselves of the opportunity which now offered of hastening their
arrival, the one at Rome, whither he was called by business relative to
his order, the other in Spain, where his private affairs required his
presence. The latter took with him a son about nine or ten years of age,
whom he wished to educate in France. M. de Grandmaison, my
father-in-law, went on before to obtain every possible accommodation for
his daughter on the road, to the point of embarkation beyond the Great
Cordillera. He at first met with obstacles from the president and
captain-general of the province of Quito, for you, Sir, are aware that
the passage by the Amazons is forbidden by the Spanish court; but these
difficulties were soon overcome. On my return from Carthagena, whither I
had been despatched on matters relative to our company in 1740, I
brought back with me a passport from the viceroy of Santa F&eacute;, Don
Sebastian de Eslava, authorizing our taking whatever road we pleased;
and in consequence of the production of this, the Spanish governor of
the province of Maynas and Omaguas, informed of the approach of Madame
Godin, politely sent to meet her a canoe stored with refreshments, such
as fruit, milk, &amp;c. which reached her at a little distance from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span> the
town of Omaguas; but to what misfortunes, what a horrible situation was
she not exposed before that happy moment! She left her residence of
Riobamba with her escort on the 1st of October 1769; and with these she
reached Canelos, the spot at which they were to embark, situate on the
little river Bobonasa, which empties itself into the Pastaca, as this
last does into the Amazons. M. de Grandmaison, who preceded them a month
on the way, found the village of Canelos well inhabited, and immediately
embarked, continuing his journey, to prepare every thing necessary for
the transport of his daughter at each stage of her way. As he knew that
she was accompanied by her brothers, a physician, her negro, and three
female mulattoes or Americans, he proceeded on to the Portuguese
missions. In the interval, however, between his journey and the arrival
of my wife, the small-pox, an European importation, more fatal to the
Americans in this part than the plague, which is fortunately here
unknown, is to the people of Levant, had caused the village of Canelos
to be utterly abandoned by its population. They had seen those first
attacked by this distemper irremediably carried off, and had in
consequence dispersed among the woods, where each had his own hut,
serving as a country retreat. On her departure, my wife was escorted by
thirty-one American natives to carry herself and baggage. You know, Sir,
that this road, the same pursued by M. de Maldonada, is impracticable
even for mules; that those who are able effect the passage on foot, but
that others are carried. The Americans who escorted Madame Godin, who
were paid in advance, according to the bad custom in this coun<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span>try, a
custom founded on mistrust, at times but too well founded, scarcely
reached Canelos before they retraced their steps, either from dread of
the air being infected, or from apprehension of being obliged to
embark,&mdash;a matter obnoxious in the extreme to individuals who had
perhaps never seen a canoe in their lives but at a distance. Nay, such
excuses are possibly superfluous, for you well know how often we are
abandoned by them on our mountains, on no pretence whatever. What, under
such circumstances, was to be done? Had my wife been able to return, yet
the desire of reaching the vessel waiting her, together with her anxiety
to rejoin a husband from whom she had been parted twenty years, were
incentives powerful enough to make her, in the peculiar circumstances in
which she was placed, brave even greater obstacles.</p>

<p>In the village only two Indians remained free from the contagion. These
had no boat, but they engaged to construct one, and pilot it to the
mission of Andoas, about twelve days journey below, descending the river
of Bobonaza, a distance of from one hundred and forty to one hundred and
fifty leagues; she paid them beforehand. The canoe being finished, they
all departed from Canelos. After navigating the river two days, on the
succeeding morning the pilots absconded; the unfortunate party embarked
without any one to steer the boat, and passed the day without accident.
The next day at noon, they discovered a canoe in a small port adjoining
a leaf-built hut, in which was a native recovering from illness, who
consented to pilot them. On the third day of his voyage, while stooping
over to recover the hat of Mr K., which had fallen into the water, the
poor man fell<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> overboard, and, not having sufficient strength to reach
the shore, was drowned. Behold the canoe again without a steersman,
abandoned to individuals perfectly ignorant of managing it. In
consequence, it was shortly overset, which obliged the party to land,
and build themselves a hut. They were now but from five to six days
journey from Andoas. Mr R. proposed to repair thither, and get off with
another Frenchman of the party, and the faithful negro belonging to
Madame Godin, taking especial care to carry his effects with him. I
since blamed my wife for not having despatched one of her brothers to
accompany Mr R., but found that neither of them, after the accident
which had befallen the canoe, were inclined to trust themselves on the
water again without a proper pilot. Mr R. moreover promised, that within
a fortnight a canoe should be forwarded to them with a proper complement
of natives. The fortnight expired, and even five-and-twenty days, when,
giving over all hopes, they constructed a raft on which they ventured
themselves, with their provisions and property. The raft, badly framed,
struck against the branch of a sunken tree, and overset, all their
effects perishing in the waves, and the whole party being plunged into
the water. Thanks to the little breadth of the river at this place no
one was drowned, Madame Godin being happily saved, after twice sinking,
by her brothers. Placed now in a situation still more distressing than
before, they collectively resolved on tracing the course of the river
along its banks. How difficult an enterprise this was, you, Sir, are
well aware, who know how thickly the banks of the rivers are beset with
trees, underwood, herbage<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span> and lianas, and that it is often necessary to
cut one's way. They returned to their hut, took what provisions they had
left behind, and began their journey. By keeping along the river's side,
they found its sinuosities greatly lengthened their way, to avoid which
inconvenience they penetrated the wood, and in a few days they lost
themselves. Wearied with so many days' march in the midst of woods,
incommodious even for those accustomed to them, their feet torn by
thorns and brambles, their provisions exhausted, and dying with thirst,
they were fain to subsist on a few seeds, wild fruit, and the palm
cabbage. At length, oppressed with hunger and thirst, with lassitude and
loss of strength, they seated themselves on the ground without the power
of rising, and, waiting thus the approach of death, in three or four
days expired one after the other. Madame Godin, stretched on the ground
by the side of the corpses of her brothers and other companions,
stupified, delirious, and tormented with choking thirst, at length
assumed resolution and strength enough to drag herself along in search
of the deliverance which providentially awaited her. Such was her
deplorable condition, she was without shoes, and her clothes all torn to
rags. She cut the shoes off her brothers' feet, and fastened the soles
on her own. It was about the period, between the 25th and 30th of
December 1769, that this unfortunate party (at least seven of the number
of them) perished in this miserable manner; the date I gather by what I
learn from the only survivor, who related that it was nine days after
she quitted the scene of the wretched catastrophe described before she
reached the banks of the Bobonasa. Doubtless this interval must have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span>
appeared to her of great length; and how a female so delicately
educated, and in such a state of want and exhaustion, could support her
distress, though but half the time, appears most wonderful. She assured
me that she was ten days alone in the wood, two awaiting death by the
side of her brothers, the other eight wandering at random. The
remembrance of the shocking spectacle she witnessed, the horror incident
on her solitude and the darkness of night in a desert, the perpetual
apprehension of death, which every instant served to augment, had such
effect on her spirits as to cause her hair to turn grey. On the second
day's march, the distance necessarily inconsiderable, she found water,
and the succeeding day some wild fruit and fresh eggs, of what bird she
knew not, but which, by her description, I conjecture to have been a
species of partridge. These with the greatest difficulty was she enabled
to swallow, the &#339;sophagus, owing to the want of aliment, having become
so much parched and straitened; but these and other food she
accidentally met with, sufficed to support her skeleton frame. At
length, and not before it was indispensable, arrived the succour
designed for her by Providence.</p>

<p>Were it told in a romance that a female of delicate habit, accustomed to
all the comforts of life, had been precipitated into a river; that,
after being withdrawn when on the point of drowning, this female, the
eighth of a party, had penetrated into unknown and pathless woods, and
travelled in them for weeks, not knowing whither she directed her steps;
that, enduring hunger, thirst, and fatigue to very exhaustion, she
should have seen her two brothers, far more robust than her, a nephew
yet<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> a youth, three young women her servants, and a young man, the
domestic left by the physician who had gone on before, all expire by her
side, and she yet survive; that, after remaining by their corpses two
whole days and nights, in a country abounding in tigers and numbers of
dangerous serpents, without once seeing any of these animals or
reptiles, she should afterwards have strength to rise, and continue her
way, covered with tatters, through the same pathless wood for eight days
together till she reached the banks of the Bobonasa, the author would be
charged with inconsistency; but the historian should paint facts to his
reader, and this is nothing but the truth. The truth of this marvellous
tale is attested by original letters in my hands, from many missionaries
on the Amazons, who felt an interest in this event, and by other proofs,
as will be seen in the sequel of this narrative. These misfortunes would
have been avoided altogether but for the infidelity of Tristan, but for
his neglect, instead of stopping at Loreto, of delivering, as
instructed, in person, my letters to the Superior at Laguna; with this
precaution, on his part, my wife would, as her father had done, have
found the village of Canelos peopled with natives, and a canoe ready to
convey her forward.</p>

<p>To return, it was on the eighth or ninth day, according to Madame Godin,
after leaving the dreadful scene of the death of her companions, that
she found herself on the banks of the Bobonasa. At day-break she heard a
noise at about two hundred paces from her. Her first emotions, which
were those of terror, occasioned her to strike into the wood; but, after
a moment's reflection,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> satisfied that nothing worse, could possibly
befal her, than to continue in her present state, and that alarm was
therefore childish, she proceeded to the bank of the river, and
perceived two native Americans launching a boat into the stream. It is
the custom of these people, on their landing to pass the night, to draw
their canoe either wholly, or partially on shore, as a security against
accidents; for, should it be left afloat, and the fastening tackle
break, it would be carried away by the current, and leave the sleepers
on shore in a truly helpless state. The natives, perceiving Madame
Godin, advanced towards her, on which she conjured them to transport her
to Andoas. They had been driven by the contagion prevalent at Canelos,
to withdraw with their wives to a hut they had at a distance, and were
then going to Andoas. They received my wife on board with kindness truly
affectionate, showed every attention to her wants, and conducted her to
that village. Here she might have stopped some days to rest herself and
recruit her strength, (and well may it be conceived she had great need
of rest), but, indignant at the conduct of the missionary at whose mercy
she was left, and with whom for that reason she was obliged to
dissemble, she resolved on making no stay at Andoas, nor would even have
stopped a single night had it been possible to avoid it.</p>

<p>A great revolution in the missions of Spanish America dependent upon
Lima, Quito, Charcas, and Paraguay, founded and administered by the
Jesuits, for from one to two centuries, had recently taken place. An
unexpected order from the court of Madrid expelled them from all their
colleges and missions; they had in consequence<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span> been every where
arrested, put on board, and transported to the Pope's dominions. This
event, however, had occasioned no more disturbance than would have done
the change of a village-rector. In lieu of them, the secular clergy were
substituted, of which class was the individual who officiated as
missionary at Andoas, an individual whose name I wish to banish from my
memory. Madame Godin, stripped of almost every thing, not knowing
otherwise how to testify her gratitude to the two Americans who had
saved her life, took from her neck two chains of gold, such as are
usually worn in this country, of about four ounces weight, and gave one
to each of them, whose admiration at the richness of the present
equalled that they would have experienced had the heavens opened before
them; but the missionary, in her very presence, took possession of the
chains, and gave the poor Americans in their room about three or four
yards of coarse cotton, such as is manufactured in the country, and
called Tucuyo. Conduct thus infamous exasperated my wife to such a
degree, that she instantly demanded a canoe and men, and the next day
set out for Laguna. A female American at Andaos made a cotton petticoat
for her, which she sent to pay for immediately on reaching Laguna, and
which she preserves with care, with the soles of the shoes of her
brothers, converted by her into sandals&mdash;mournful tokens, rendered dear
to me as they are to herself!</p>

<p>While my wife was yet wandering in the woods, her faithful negro, with a
party of Americans from Andoas, ascended the river. M. R. thinking more
of his own affairs than forwarding the boat which should recal his
benefactors to life, scarcely reached<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span> Andoas before he departed with
his companion and baggage for Omaguas. The negro, on reaching the hut
where he left his mistress and her brothers, traced them through the
woods, in company with his companions, until he came to the spot where
their corpses laid, already putrid and uncognizable. At sight of these,
persuaded that no one had escaped death, the negro and his companions
returned to the hut, collected what had been left there, and again
reached at Andoas before my wife arrived there. The negro thence
repaired to M. R. at Omaguas, and delivered to him the property of his
mistress. This man was not ignorant that M. Grandmaison, who had reached
Loreto, awaited there with impatience the arrival of his children. A
letter in my possession even proves that my father-in-law, informed that
the negro Joachim was at Omaguas, advised Tristan to repair thither and
bring him forward; but neither Tristan nor M. R. thought fit to satisfy
him, and so far from complying with his request, M. R., of his own
accord, sent the negro back to Quito, keeping the property he had
brought back with him.</p>

<p><span title="Transcriber's Note: Quotation mark removed before &quot;You know&quot;">You know</span>, Sir, that Laguna is not situate on the Amazons, but some
leagues up the Guallaga, a tributary of the former river. Joachim,
dismissed by M. R., did not in course proceed to Laguna in search of his
mistress, whom he imagined dead, but returned to Quito, and thus have we
lost his services. You will certainly be far from guessing the excuse of
M. R. for sending away a faithful servant, who was so much wanted by us.
"I was afraid," said he in answer to this inquiry, "that he would murder
me."&mdash;"What," replied<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> I, "could have given birth to a suspicion of such
intention in a man whose zeal and fidelity were so well known to you,
and with whom you so long had travelled? If you apprehended he might
dislike you, from imputing the death of his mistress to your negligence,
what prevented your sending him forward to M. Grandmaison, who exacted
this of you, and who was so nigh at hand? At least, what hindered your
putting him in prison? You lodged with the governor of Omaguas, who
would readily have complied, had you made him such a request."</p>

<p>In the mean time, Madame Godin, with the canoe and crew from Andoas, had
reached Laguna, where they were received with the greatest politeness by
Dr Romero, the new chief of the missions, who, by his kind treatment
during six weeks that she remained with him, did much towards
reestablishing her health, but too much impaired, and making her forget
her misfortunes. The first care of this respectable character was, to
forward an express to the governor of Omaguas, to inform him of the
arrival of Madame Godin, and the languid state of her health. Upon this
intelligence, M. R. could do no less, having promised to render her his
services, than hasten to join her, bringing with him four silver dishes,
a silver saucepan, a velvet petticoat, one of Persiana, and one of
taffety, some linen, and other trifles, belonging to her brothers as
well as herself; adding, that all the rest were rotten, forgetting that
bracelets, snuff-boxes, and rosaries of gold, and ear-rings set with
emeralds, were not subject to rottenness, any more than various other
effects. "Had you," said Madame Godin, "had you<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> brought back my negro,
I should have learnt from him what he had done with my property found in
the hut. But of whom, respecting it, am I now to inquire? Go your ways,
Sir; it is impossible that I can ever forget that, to you, I owe all my
misfortunes and all my losses; manage henceforward as you may, I am
determined you shall make no part of my company." My wife had but too
much reason on her side, but the intercessions of M. Romero, to whom she
could refuse nothing, and who represented to her that, if she abandoned
M. R., his condition would be deplorable, at length overcame her
repugnance, and induced her to consent he should yet continue with her.</p>

<p>When Madame Godin was somewhat recovered, M. Romero wrote to M.
Grandmaison, informing him that she was out of danger, and requesting
him to despatch Tristan to accompany her to the Portuguese vessel. He
likewise wrote to the governor, acquainting him that he had represented
to Madame Godin, whose courage and piety he could never sufficiently
admire, that she was yet merely at the beginning of a long and tedious
voyage; and that, though she had already travelled upwards of four
hundred leagues, she had yet four or five times that distance to pass
before she reached Cayenne; that, but just relieved from the perils of
death, she was about to incur fresh danger; concluding with offering, if
she chose to return, to cause her to be escorted back in perfect
security to her residence of Riobamba. To these he added, that Madame
Godin replied, "She was surprised at his proposals; that the Almighty
had preserved her when alone amid perils in which all her for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span>mer
companions had perished; that the first of her wishes was to rejoin her
husband; that for this purpose she had begun her journey; and, were she
to cease to prosecute her intention, that she should esteem herself
guilty of counteracting the views of Providence, and render useless the
assistance she had received from her two dear Americans and their wives,
as well as all the kindness for which she was indebted to him, and for
which God alone could recompense them." My wife was ever dear to me, but
sentiments like these add veneration to tenderness. Tristan failing to
arrive when expected, M. Romero, wearied with waiting for him in vain,
equipped a canoe, and gave directions for the transport of Madame Godin,
without halting any where, to the Portuguese vessel. Then it was that
the governor of Omaguas, knowing of her coming, and that she was to stop
no where by the way, despatched a canoe to <span title="Transcriber's Note: &quot;met&quot; changed to &quot;meet&quot;">meet</span> her, loaded with
refreshments.</p>

<p>The Portuguese commander, M. de Rebello, hearing of her approach, fitted
out a pirogue, commanded by two of his men, and stored with provisions,
to meet her, which they did at the village of Pevas. This officer, the
better to fulfil the orders of his master, with great labour, and by
doubling the number of oars, worked his vessel up the river as high as
the mission of Loreto, where he received her on board. I learn from her,
that from that instant till she reached Oyapok, throughout a course of
nearly a thousand leagues, she wanted for nothing to render her
comfortable, not even the nicest delicacies, and such as could not be
expected in the country; wine and liquors which she never uses, fish,
game, &amp;c. were supplied by<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span> two canoes which preceded the galliot. The
governor of Para, moreover, had sent orders to the chief part of the
stages at which they had to halt, with additional refreshments.</p>

<p>I forgot to mention, that the sufferings of my wife were not at an end,
and that one of her thumbs was in a very bad state, owing to its being
wounded by thorns in the wood, which had not yet been extricated, and
which had not only occasioned an abscess, but had injured the tendon and
even the bone itself. It was proposed to take off the thumb, but, by
dint of care and fermentations, she had only the pain to undergo
occasioned by the extraction of two splinters at San Pablo, but she
entirely lost the use of the tendon. The galliot continued its course to
the fortress of Curupa about sixty leagues above Para. M. de Martel,
knight of the Order of Christ, and major of the garrison of Para,
arrived there the succeeding day, by order of the governor, to take
command of the galliot, and conduct Madame Godin to Fort Oyapok. A
little beyond the mouth of the river, at a spot off the coast where the
currents are very violent, he lost one of his anchors; and as it would
have been imprudent to venture with only one, he sent a boat to Oyapok,
to seek assistance, which was immediately forwarded. Hearing by this
means of the approach of Madame Godin, I left Oyapok on board a galliot
belonging to me, in view of meeting her; and, on the fourth day of my
departure, fell in with her vessel opposite to Mayacare. On board this
vessel, after twenty years' absence, and a long endurance on either side
of alarms and misfortunes, I again met with a cherished wife, whom I had
almost given over every<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span> hope of seeing again. In her embraces I forgot
the loss of the fruits of our union, nay, I even congratulated myself on
their premature death, as it saved them from the dreadful fate which
befel their uncle in the wood of Canelos beneath their mother's eye, who
certainly could never have survived the sight. We anchored at Oyapok the
22d July 1770. I found in M. Murtel an officer as much distinguished by
his acquirements as by his prepossessing exterior. He has acquaintance
with most of the languages of Europe, is an excellent Latinist, and well
calculated to shine on a more extensive scene than Para. He is a
descendant of the illustrious French family of similar name. I had the
pleasure of his company for a fortnight at Oyapok, whither M. de
Fiedmont, governor of Cayenne, whom the commandant of Oyapok, advised of
his arrival by express, immediately despatched in a boat with
refreshments. We caused the Portuguese vessel to undergo a repair, which
it much wanted, and refitted it with sails to enable it to stem the
currents on its return. The commandant of Oyapok gave M. Martel,
moreover, a coast-pilot, to accompany him to the frontiers. I offered to
go so far as his consort on board my galliot, but he would suffer me to
proceed no farther than Cape D'Orange. I took my leave of him with those
feelings which the polite attention and noble behaviour of that officer
and his generous nation were so well calculated to inspire in me, as
well as my wife, a conduct on the part of either, which I was led to
expect from what I had individually experienced on my former voyage.</p>

<p>I should previously have told you that, when I descended the Amazons in
1749, with no other<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span> recommendation to the notice of the Portuguese than
arose from the remembrance of the intimation afforded by you in 1743,
that one of the companions of your travels would follow the same way, I
was received in all the Portuguese settlements, by the missionaries and
commandants of the forts, with the utmost courtesy. On passing San Pablo
I purchased a canoe, in which I descended the river to Fort Curupa,
whence I wrote to the governor of Grand Para, M. Francis Mendoza Gorja&ocirc;,
to acquaint him of my arrival, and beg permission of sailing from Curupa
to Cayenne, whither I intended to repair direct. He favoured me with so
polite an answer, that I made no hesitation of quitting my intended
cruise and taking a longer, in order to thank him and pay him my
respects. He received me with open arms, and insisted on my making his
house and table my own during a week that I stopped with him; nor would
he suffer me to depart before he set off himself for St. Louis de
Marinhan, whither he was about to go on his circuit. After his
departure, I remounted the river to Curupa with my canoe, escorted by
one of greater dimensions, sent with me by the commandant of that fort
on my voyage to Para, a city which, as you have justly remarked, stands
on a large river, considered, but improperly, the right arm of the
Amazons, as the river of Para merely communicates with the Amazons by a
channel hollowed by the tides, and called Tagipuru. At Curupa I found
waiting for me, by order of the governor of Para, a large pirogue of
fourteen oars, commanded by a serjeant of the garrison, and destined to
carry me to Cayenne, whither I repaired by Macapa, coasting along the
left of the Amazons<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span> to its mouth, without, like you, making tour of the
great island of Joanes, or Marajo. After similar courtesies, unprovoked
by express recommendations, what had I not to expect, seeing his Most
Faithful Majesty had condescended to issue precise orders to expedite a
vessel to the very frontiers of his dominions, for the purpose of
receiving my family on board, and transporting it to Cayenne?</p>

<p>To resume my narrative.&mdash;After taking leave of M. de Martel off Cape
D'Orange with those reciprocal salutes common with sailors, I returned
to Oyapok, and thence to Cayenne.</p>

<p>Here I was engaged in a lawsuit. Tristan demanded of me the wages I had
promised him of sixty livres per month. I offered to pay him for
eighteen months, the utmost time the voyage could have required, had he
strictly followed his instructions. The sentence pronounced by the
superior council of Cayenne condemned him to render me an account of
from seven to eight thousand franks, the value of effects I had
committed to his care, deducting one thousand and eighty for the
eighteen months's salary I had offered him; but the wretch, after
dealing treacherously with me as he had done, after causing the death of
eight persons, including the American who was drowned, and all the
misfortunes which befel my wife; in short, after dissipating the whole
of the effects I had intrusted with him, proved insolvent; and, for my
part, I judged it unnecessary to augment the losses I had already
sustained by having to support him in prison.</p>

<p>I conceive, Sir, that I have now complied to the full with your request.
The narrative I have given, by recalling the mournful scenes I have
de<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span>picted, has cost me infinite anguish. The lawsuit with Tristan, and
the illness of my wife on reaching Cayenne, a consequence but too
natural of the sufferings she had undergone, did not admit of my
venturing to expose her earlier than the present year (1773), to so long
a voyage by sea. At present she is, with her father, in the midst of my
family, by whom they have been tenderly received. M. de Grandmaison had
originally no intention of proceeding to France, but merely meant, by
his voyage, to see his daughter safe on board the Portuguese vessel; but
finding old age creep on apace, and penetrated with the most lively
grief at the intelligence of the sad death of his children, he abandoned
all, and embarked with her, trusting the care of his property to his
other son-in-law, M. Savula, who resides at Riobamba. For my wife,
however solicitous all about her to enliven her spirits, she is
constantly subject to melancholy, her horrible misfortunes being ever
present to her imagination. How much did it cost me to obtain from her
the relations requisite for the judges in the course of my lawsuit! I
can even readily conceive that, from delicacy, she has abstained from
entering into many details, the remembrance of which she was anxious to
lose, and which, known, could but add to the pain I feel. Nay she was
even anxious that I should not prosecute Tristan, compassionating even
that wretch; thus following the gentle impulse of a heart inspired with
the purest benevolence, and the genuine principles of religion!</p>


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