land, France, and
Spain, many of which have pleasant stories attached to them.

We found miniature portraits of a Spanish gentleman, and a handsome
fresh-coloured young lady with an English name, for their names were
painted round the margin; a pair of gloves apparently blood-stained, a
case of writing materials, four jewelled rings, a tress of dark brown
hair nearly four feet long, an English Bible, two watches with enamelled
cases (about the size of small turnips), and several other things which
need not be mentioned here, but of which we discovered the history in
the parchment books.[6]

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FOOTNOTES:

5: These books I have since had translated, and find them to
be full of "Red Beard's" personal adventures; most of them of such an
interesting nature, that coupled with our discovery of his treasure, and
what I have since learned of him from various sources, I have no doubt
the public would be interested in them. Possibly at no very distant
period I may publish a book embodying the principal adventures set forth
in these manuscripts, as many of the events in the life of Barbe Rouge
are of a startling character.

6: See Appendix--"Modern Treasures."

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CHAPTER XIX.

PREPARING TO LEAVE--A LETTER HOME--WE LENGTHEN AND ENLARGE THE
"ANGLO-FRANC"--RE-CHRISTEN HER, "HAPPY RETURN"--LOVE AT FIRST
SIGHT--VICTUALLING AND STOWING CARGO--PRETTY JEANETTE--THE LONG
VOYAGE--INCIDENTS EN ROUTE--VEGETARIANS, AND THEIR DIET--YARMOUTH
REACHED--FRESHWATER NAVIGATION--MY NATIVE HEATH.

After our discovery my sole thought seemed to be of home. In fact, I was
now as ready to leave the island, as I was, eighteen months before to
land upon it, and the last fortnight, although it could not have been
pleasanter, seemed as if it would never end.

I appeared to go about my work in a mechanical way, and only three
things seemed to have much joy for me--my home, parents, and Priscilla.

How should I get home was the next question? I knew my father's vessels
were all out to the herring harvest, which begins in August, and ends
just before Christmas, so that it was very unlikely he would send for
me. Beside this, I wanted to give them a surprise by popping in upon
them when they least expected me. To this proceeding, however, there was
one great drawback, for, like a true Crusoe, I lacked money, having but
a few shillings to call my