with
sentiments of displeasure as well as of surprise. The intense hypocrisy
I made use of for the furtherance of my project--an hypocrisy pervading
every word and action of my life for so long a period of time--could
only have been rendered tolerable to myself by the wild and burning
expectation with which I looked forward to the fulfilment of my
long-cherished visions of travel.

In pursuance of my scheme of deception, I was necessarily obliged to
leave much to the management of Augustus, who was employed for the
greater part of every day on board the Grampus, attending to some
arrangements for his father in the cabin and cabin hold. At night,
however, we were sure to have a conference and talk over our hopes.
After nearly a month passed in this manner, without our hitting upon
any plan we thought likely to succeed, he told me at last that he had
determined upon everything necessary. I had a relation living in New
Bedford, a Mr. Ross, at whose house I was in the habit of spending
occasionally two or three weeks at a time. The brig was to sail about
the middle of June (June, 1827), and it was agreed that, a day or two
before her putting to sea, my father was to receive a note, as usual,
from Mr. Ross, asking me to come over and spend a fortnight with Robert
and Emmet (his sons). Augustus charged himself with the inditing of
this note and getting it delivered. Having set out as supposed, for New
Bedford, I was then to report myself to my companion, who would contrive
a hiding-place for me in the Grampus. This hiding-place, he assured me,
would be rendered sufficiently comfortable for a residence of many
days, during which I was not to make my appearance. When the brig had
proceeded so far on her course as to make any turning back a matter out
of question, I should then, he said, be formally installed in all
the comforts of the cabin; and as to his father, he would only laugh
heartily at the joke. Vessels enough would be met with by which a letter
might be sent home explaining the adventure to my parents.

The middle of June at length arrived, and every thing had been matured.
The note was written and delivered, and on a Monday morning I left the
house for the New Bedford packet, as supposed. I went, however, straight
to Augustus, who was waiting for me at the corner of a street. It had
been our original plan that I should keep out of the way until dark, and
then slip on board the brig; but, as there was now a thick fo