CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. XXIX 



native land, and retire to foreign climes. A Portu- 

 guese gentleman, named Martinez, who, in his travels 

 through England, had received great hospitality 

 from Sir Henry Bedingfeld of Oxburgh, in Norfolk, 

 invited the wanderers to Malaga, where they finally 

 settled, and became naturalised Spaniards. 



I sailed from Hull in the month of November, 

 with my younger brother (poor fellow ! he died 

 afterwards in Paumaron of the yellow fever), in the 

 brig Industry, bound for Cadiz. The wind becom- 

 ing adverse, we put into Margate Roads, and lay 

 there for nine days. A breeze having sprung up 

 from the northward, we went to sea again ; in com- 

 pany with a Scotch brig, which was going to Vigo, 

 and we were within gun-shot of each other the next 

 morning at daybreak. On the preceding night, I 

 had heard one of our own crew tell his comrade 

 that, when he was ashore at Margate, a sailor from 

 the Scotch brig had told him that their mate was 

 in a conspiracy to murder the captain, and to run 

 away with the vessel. I questioned our tar very 

 particularly the following day, as the brig was not 

 far off; and, finding his account quite consistent, I 

 went down into the cabin, and committed it to paper. 

 Having enclosed it in a bottle, we ran along-side of 

 the brig for Vigo, and hailed the captain. I then 

 threw the bottle on the quarter-deck. The captain 

 immediately took it up, and carried it below. He 

 returned to the deck in a short time, and made us a 

 very low bow ; which, no doubt, was the safest way 

 to express his gratitude for the favour which we 

 had done to him. We parted company in a gale of 



