rave Indian perceiving, he caught hold of a
handspike, and put himself in a posture of defence, crying out to the
barge crew who came up towards him, dammee, ye meddle wit mee, mee dash
your brains out. The crew, finding him resolute, did not think proper to
attack him: upon which the lieutenant asked him, if he would serve king
George. Dam king George, mee know no king George: mee be an Indian, mee
have a king in my own country, whom mee love and fightee for, because he
be de very good king: at which the lieutenant and captain fell a
laughing, and left him.

Are these all your men? says the lieutenant. Yes, replied the captain,
except an old man, who dreamed the other night that his wife died of the
small-pox, and was so much frightened, that the small-pox is come out
upon him. The captain then ordered the bills to be made for what was due
to the men, and asked the lieutenant in the mean while to walk down and
taste his rum. Accordingly down comes the lieutenant, humming a tune.
Mr. Carew, hearing this, prepared himself, and, taking an opportunity of
putting his finger down his throat, discharges his stomach just under the
lieutenant's feet, crying out in a most lamentable tone at the same time,
O, my head! O my back! What! cried the lieutenant very hastily, is this
the fellow who has the small-pox? No, no, replied Carew; I have had the
small-pox many years ago, and have been with Sir Charles Wager and Sir
George Walton up the Baltic; and now, for God's sake, take me on board
your ship, noble captain, for I want only to be blooded. The lieutenant
whipped out his snuff box, and clapped it to his nose, swearing, he would
not take him on board for five hundred pounds, for he was enough to
infect a whole ship's crew; that the devil should take him before he
would--hurrying at the same time as fast as he could into the great
cabin. When he came there, Mr. Carew heard him complaining how
unfortunate it was that he should come on board, as he had never had the
small-pox himself. When the rest of the men had had their bills made
out, the captain, willing to get rid of Mr. Carew, said to him, come, old
John, I will have your bill made to; which was accordingly done, and it
amounted to seven pounds ten shillings, for which the captain gave him a
draught on merchant Tidiate of Bristol. The captain then ordered the
boat to put him on shore; but he besought the captain to let him die on
board. No, no, says the captain;