parts of the
captains behaviour, gives the ship's company a very unfavourable idea of
their commander--I am detained in the West Indies by the admiral, and go
on board of the Lizard sloop of war in quality of surgeon's mate, where
I make myself known to the surgeon, who treats me very kindly--I go on
shore, sell my ticket, purchase necessaries, and, at my return on board,
am surprised at the sight of Crampley, who is appointed lieutenant of
the sloop--we sail on a cruise--take a prize in which I arrive at Port
Morant under the command of my messmate, with whom I live in great
harmony

He was going on with an eulogium upon the captain, when I received a
message to clean myself, and go up to the great cabin: and with this
command I instantly complied, sweetening myself with rosewater from the
medicine chest. When I entered the room, I was ordered to stand by the
door, until Captain Whiffle had reconnoitered me at a distance with
a spy-glass. He, having consulted one sense in this manner, bade me
advance gradually, that his nose might have intelligence before it could
be much offended: I therefore approached with great caution and success,
and he was pleased to say, "Ay, this creature is tolerable." I found him
lolling on his couch with a languishing air, his head supported by his
valet-de-chambre, who from time to time applied a smelling-bottle to his
nose. "Vergette," said he in a squeaking tone, "dost think this wretch
(meaning me) will do me no injury? May I venture to submit my arm to
him?" "Pon my word," replied the valet, "I do tink dat dere be great
occasion for your honour losing a small quantite of blodt; and the young
man ave quelque chose of de bonne mine." "Well, then," said his master,
"I think I must venture." Then, addressing himself to me, "Hast thou
ever blooded anybody but brutes? But I need not ask thee, for thou wilt
tell me a most d--able lie," "Brutes, sir!" answered I, pulling down his
glove, in order to feel his pulse, "I never meddle with brutes." "What
the devil art thou about?" cried he, "dost thou intend to twist off my
hand? Gad's curse! my arm is benumbed up to the very shoulder! Heaven
have mercy upon me! must I perish under the hands of savages? What
an unfortunate dog was I to come on board without my own surgeon, Mr.
Simper." I craved pardon for having handled him so roughly, and, with
the utmost care, and tenderness, tied up his arm with a fillet of silk.
While I was feeling for the v