ds abruptly here, but it is known that
he was conveyed to Honolulu, at which place, strangely enough, the
_Swan_ touched after he had been ashore about a week. He at once went
on board, related his strange experiences to his captain, and
proceeded on his whaling career with the easy indifference of a sailor
accustomed to tragic surprises.

The brig _Cyprus_ went to pieces on the shoal on which she had
grounded. It is on record that of the convicts retaken on their return
to England, two were hanged--namely, Watts and Davies; two others,
Beveridge and Stevenson, were transported for life to Norfolk Island;
and Swallow was sent back to Macquarie Harbour.

_The Adventures of
Three Sailors._

TOLD BY DANIEL SMALL, ONLY
MATE.

Our vessel was a little brig, named the _Hindoo Merchant_, and we
sailed on a day in March in the year of our Lord 1857, from
Trincomalee bound to Calcutta. The captain, myself, and three sailors
were Europeans; the rest of the ship's company, natives. Though we
were "flying light" as the term is--that is to say, though there was
little more in the ship's hold than ballast, and though she had
tolerably nimble heels, for what one might term a _country-wallah_--yet
the little ship was so bothered with head winds and light airs,
and long days of stagnation, that we had been several weeks afloat
before we managed to crawl to the Norrad of the Andaman parallels,
which yet left a long stretch of waters before us. If this remainder
of the ocean was not to be traversed more fleetly than the space we
had already measured, then it was certain we should be running short
of water many a long while before the Sandheads came within the
compass of our horizon, and to provide against the most horrible
situation that the crew of a ship can find themselves placed in, we
kept a bright look-out for vessels, and within four days managed to
speak two; but they had no water to spare, and we pushed on.

But within three days of our speaking the second of the two vessels we
sighted a third, a large barque, who at once backed her topsail to our
signals, and hailed us to know what we wanted. My captain, Mr. Roger
Blow, stood up in the mizzen-rigging and asked for water. They asked
how much we needed; Captain Blow responded that whatever they could
spare would be a god-send. On this they sung out: "Send a boat with a
cask and you shall have what we can afford