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ever, but at the place to which we had drifted it ran 2+ 
miles an hour to the N. N. W.; but it was here also con- 
siderably affected by a twelve hours tide, being almost still 
water at 5 o’clock in the evening and 6 the next morning. 
On heaving up the chain we found that the anchor had 
broken at the crown. In the forenoon, while waiting for 
the sea breeze, the Mafook of Shark Point came on board 
with half a dozen of his myrmidons, and though the most 
ragged, dirty looking wretch that can be well conceived, he 
expected as much respect as a prince; first complaining that 
the side ropes were not proper for a person of his quality 
(they were only covered with canvas) ; then insisting on a 
chair and cushion on the quarter deck ; with the latter of 
which being unable to comply, he was satisfied with spread- 
ing an ensign over the former. Seating himself at the taf- 
farel, he certainly made a very grotesque appearance, having 
a most tattered pelisse of red velvet, edged with gold lace, 
on his naked carcase, a green silk umbrella spread over his 
head, though the sun was completely obscured, and his 
stick of office headed with silver in the other hand. It 
being our breakfast hour, he notified his desire to be asked 
into the cabin, to partake of our meal; but he smelt so 
offensively, and was moreover so covered with a cutaneous 
disorder, that my politeness gave way to my stomach, and 
