adually neared the shore by steering against
me with his paddle, so that I could not prevent it. I had drawn the
shaft of the arrow through his arm, and he appeared to feel no pain. I
expostulated with him at his keeping the canoe so near to the shore,
but he smiled and gave no reply.

We had the stream against us, and made but little way, and it vexed me
very much to hear him talk so loud as he did, as the Indians must have
heard him, and I thought would follow us along the coast; but he
ransacked the whole book of martyrs, telling me how one had his body
sawn in two, another was pinched to death; this one burnt, that
tortured; every variety of death he entered upon during the whole of
that day without ceasing.

I ascribed much of this to the pain arising from the wounded arm,
notwithstanding which he paddled with as much vigour as ever. As the
night came on, I entreated him to hold his tongue, but it was in vain,
and I felt assured that his reason was quite gone. He continued to
talk loud and rave without intermission, and I now considered our fate
as sealed. We had no water in the boat or provisions of any kind, and
I proposed that we should heave-to and catch some fish, telling him
that if he talked we should scare them away.

This made him quiet for a time, but as soon as we had hooked four or
five fish, he again commenced his history of the glorious martyrs. I
prayed him to be silent, for a short time at least, and he was so for
about four or five minutes, when he would break out into some
ejaculation, which I immediately stopped. At last he could talk no
more for want of water; his lips were glued together, and so were
mine. Nevertheless, I continued paddling for two hours more, when I
found by the canoe grounding that he had steered her on the beach.
There was no help for it. We landed and went in search of water, which
we found about half of a mile from where our canoe was beached.

We drank heartily, filled the calabash, and were returning to the
canoe, when he again commenced talking as loud as ever. I was in great
anger, but I put my hand before his mouth, beseeching him in a whisper
to be quiet. As we were doing this, we were suddenly sprung upon and
seized by several Indians, and in a minute were bound hands and feet.

"I knew it," cried the Portuguese; "I knew it would be so. Well, I am
prepared; are not you, my good friend?"

I made no reply. I felt that in his madness he had sacrificed his own
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