ylde Moore Carew is at your
house. The landlord went accordingly, and soon returned with the
captains. They were glad to see our hero, who returned them thanks for
the favours he had received from them in America. The captains asked him
a great many questions respecting his travels through the Indians'
country, &c., and told him they never thought he could have gone through
that dangerous undertaking, but expected to have seen him return again.
He then gave them an account of every thing to their satisfaction,
telling them he had followed their directions in every point. They
afterwards treated him very handsomely, and made a collection for him.
The captains then going out, and reporting that he was in town, a great
concourse of people assembled to see him, to the no little profit of the
landlord; for our hero ordered that no one should be admitted to see him,
till he had first drunk a quart of ale in the house.

Some time after this, he disguised himself like a poor miserable decrepid
old man, and took to selling of matches and gathering old rags.
Happening to meet a brother ragman at Wiveliscombe, they joined company,
and agreed to travel to Porlock together. Just as they came to
Gutter-Hall, night coming on a-pace, they proposed taking up their
quarters there. The landlord told them he had no lodging to spare, but
if they would go half-a-mile farther, and lie in a haunted house, they
should have their lodging free cost, and good bread, cheese, and cider,
with a rasher of bacon into the bargain. The ragmen very readily
accepted this offer, and, accompanied by the landlord, repaired to Farmer
Liddon's house. When they came there the landlord told the farmer he had
brought two men who would lie in the haunted house. The farmer received
them very gladly, and asked them if they were sure they had courage
enough to do it, adding he would give them twenty shillings if they could
lay the old woman. Never fear, farmer, replied Mr. Carew; we have not
only courage to speak to, but learning enough to lay, the old woman, so
that you shall never hear of her more. Things being thus agreed on, the
farmer's son, a great stout fellow, willing to show his courage, in a
very bold manner offered to keep them company. Having provided
themselves with firing, cider, bread, cheese, and bacon, they adjourned
to the haunted house, but not before Mr. Carew had taken an opportunity
of going into the yard, and filling his pockets with