sail.
It made me laugh to see my man stand and stare, when he came to watch me
sail the boat. But he soon gave a jump, a laugh, and a clap of the hands
when he saw the sail jibe and fall, first on this side, then on that.

The next thing to do was to stow our boat up in the creek, where we dug
a small dock; and when the tide was low, we made a dam, to keep out the
sea. The time of year had now come for us to set sail, so we got out all
our stores, to put them in the boat.

One day I sent Friday to the shore, to get a sort of herb that grew
there. I soon heard him cry out to me, "O grief! O bad! O bad! O out
there boats, one, two, three!" "Keep a stout heart," said I, to cheer
him. The poor man shook with fear; for he thought that the men who
brought him here, had now come back to kill him.

"Can you fight?" said I.

"Me shoot; but me saw three boats; one, two, three!"

"Have no fear; those that we do not kill, will be sure to take fright at
the sound of our guns. Now will you stand by me, and do just as you are
bid?"

"Me die when you bid die."

I gave him a good draught of rum; and when he had drunk this, he took up
an axe and two guns, each of which had a charge of swan shot. I took two
guns as well, and put large shot in them, and then hung my great sword
by my side. From the top of the bill, I saw with the help of my glass,
that the boats had each brought eight men, and one slave. They had come
on shore near the creek, where a grove of young trees grew close down to
the sea.

They had with them three slaves, bound hand and foot, and you who read
this, may guess what they were brought here for. I felt that I must try
and save them from so hard a fate, and that to do this, I should have
to put some of their foes to death. So we set forth on our way. I gave
Friday strict charge to keep close to me, and not to fire till I told
him to do so.

We went full a mile out of our way, that we might get round to the wood
to bide there. But we had not gone far, when my old qualms came back
to me, and I thought, "Is it for me to dip my hands in man's blood? Why
should I kill those who have done me no harm, and mean not to hurt me?
Nay, who do not so much as know that they are in the wrong, when they
hold these feasts. Are not their ways a sign that God has left them
(with the rest of their tribe) to their own dull hearts? God did not
call me to be a judge for Him. He who said, 'Thou shalt not kill,' said
it for me, as