!" and _again_ run him through the body with a
bayonet! He then begged for a little water; "I'll give you water,"
said he, and once more plunging the weapon in his body, left him for
dead!

Thus it appears that this more than demon, murdered with his own hand,
the whole! Gladly would we wash from "memory's waste" all remembrance
of that bloody night. The compassionate reader, however, whose heart
sickens within him, at the perusal, as does ours at the recital, of
this tale of woe, will not, we hope, disapprove our publishing these
melancholy facts to the world. As, through the boundless mercy of
Providence, we have been restored, to the bosom of our families and
homes, we deemed it a duty we owe to the world, to record our
"unvarnished tale."

CHAPTER II.

Smith, the other boat-steerer, who had been marked as one of the
victims, on hearing the noise in the cabin, went aft, apprehending an
altercation between the Captain and some of the other officers, little
dreaming that innocent blood was flowing in torrents. But what was his
astonishment, when he beheld Comstock, brandishing the boarding knife,
and heard him exclaim, "I am the bloody man, and will have revenge!"
Horror struck, he hurried forward, and asked the crew in the
forecastle, what he should do. Some urged him to secrete himself in
the hold, others to go aloft until Comstock's rage should be abated;
but alas! the reflection that the ship afforded no secure hiding
place, determined him to confront the ringleader, and if he could not
save his life by fair means, to sell it dearly! He was soon called
for by Comstock, who upon meeting him, threw his bloody arms around
his neck, and embracing him, said, "you are going to be with us, are
you not?" The reader will discover the good policy of Smith when he
unhesitatingly answered, "Oh, yes, I will do any thing you require."

All hands were now called to make sail, and a light at the same time
was set as a signal for the Lyra to tack;--while the Globe was kept
upon the same tack, which very soon caused a separation of the two
ships. All the reefs were turned out, top-gallant-sails set, and all
sail made on the ship, the wind being quite light.

The mutineers then threw the body of the Captain overboard, after
wantonly piercing his bowels with a boarding knife, which was _driven
with an axe_, until the point protruded from his throat!! In Mr.
Beetle, the mate, the lamp of life had not entirely gone out, bu