e, who could think of seeing you here? When did you
see my brother? I saw him, replied he, about six months ago, but his
lady is dead. Is she so? said the captain, I have heard nothing of it.
The captain having asked him several other questions, treated him very
handsomely, and kept him some time at his own charge: but his heart
glowing to see his native country, he once more resolved to ship himself
for old England. He accordingly agreed to take the run with Captain
Ball, of the Mary, for fifteen pounds, fifteen gallons of rum, ten pounds
of sugar and tobacco, and ten pipes. They were two months on their
voyage before they made Lundy, nothing material happening on their
passage worthy of being recorded in this true history. The captain would
not stop at Lundy for a pilot, but made for Combe, and there took one in,
who brought the ship safe to King Road, and the next tide up to the quay
at Bristol; and having moored the vessel, the crew spent the night on
shore with their jolly landladies.

The next morning early they all got on board, and soon after the captain
came with some Bristol merchants. The captain gave Mr. Carew a bill on
his brother who lived at Topsham, and having received payment thereof, he
soon turned his back on Bristol.

Mr. Carew, having left Bristol, made the best of his way to Bridgewater,
and from thence unto Taunton, and so to Exeter, supporting his travelling
expenses by his ingenuity as a mendicant. As soon as he arrived at
Exeter, he made the best of his way to the house of an old acquaintance,
where he expected to hear some news of his beloved wife; but going
through East-gate, he was met by two gentlemen, who immediately cried
out, Here's our old friend Carew! They then laid hold of him, and took
him back to the Oxford Inn, where they inquired where he had been this
long time. He acquainted them in what manner he had been seized, on
Topsham quay, and carried to Maryland; he likewise informed of Captain
Simmonds's death, (which they were sorry to hear of,) and that the vessel
had been carried into port by Harrison, the mate, who was afterwards
drowned, in company with some planters, in Talbot river.

Fame having soon sounded the arrival of our hero through every street in
Exeter, several gentlemen flocked to the Oxford Inn to visit him, and
amongst the rest merchant Davy. What! have you found your way home
again? said the merchant. Yes, yes, replied he; as you sent me over for
you