His CAPTORS. 



A Out off. 



A Rescue. 



An Escape. 



How different now our reception here by Isl- 

 anders that had been blessed with the Bible, 

 from that which a whale ship had while sailing 

 along in this same Pacific in the year 1835, from 

 barbarians that had never received the Gospel. 

 A large number of natives came off, as to us, 

 for purposes of trade. No treachery was sus- 

 pected, and all for a while went on amicably. 

 But, upon a signal from a chief, the natives 

 sprang for the harpoons, whale-spades, and other 

 deadly weapons at hand, and a desperate con- 

 test immediately ensued. The captain was kill- 

 ed by a single stroke of a whale-spade ; the first 

 mate also, soon after. The second mate jump- 

 ed overboard and was killed in the water, and 

 four of the seamen lost their lives. A part of 

 the crew ran up the rigging for security, and 

 the rest into the forecastle. 



Among these last was a young man, the third 

 mate, by the name of Jones, the only surviving 

 officer. By his cool intrepidity and judgment, 

 after a dreadful encounter, the ship was cleared 

 of the savages, the chief killed, and many of his 

 companions, both of those on board and those 

 who came alongside to aid in securing the ship. 



Jones now became the captain, buried the 



