CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. Ixiil 



on our return to Mibiri, just at the mouth of Wara- 

 tilla creek, we saw the general, and Captains Eyre 

 and Dawson, and Commissary Pittman (three of 

 the best fellows alive), coming up in a tent-boat. 

 I immediately directed my friend to lie flat down 

 in the canoe ; and then, like robin redbreast of old, 

 I covered this great babe of the wood with leaves. 

 Having saluted the governor and his company, I 

 ordered the negroes to keep abreast of his boat, in 

 order that we might converse as we went along. 

 Here I had a fine opportunity of pumping him with 

 regard to my friend in the bottom of the canoe. I 



asked him if he had seen Captain lately. 



He said, not very lately ; and he feared that the 

 captain was sick. I then added, that he was ex- 

 pected at Mr. Edmonstone's ; and the general 

 immediately rejoined, that it would give them all 

 exceeding great pleasure to see him, as he was such 

 an excellent fellow. By this I knew that all was 

 right. We accompanied the general's boat up to 

 Mr Edmonstone's ; my friend lying quite still under 

 the troelies, and hearing every word of our con- 

 versation. About a couple of hours after our arrival, 

 I left the house for a while, and then returned with 

 my friend, who in the meantime had gone into an 

 out-building. The general shook him cordially by the 

 hand, and asked him when he had left town. He 

 answered that he had been to see an acquaintance 

 in the creek, and had come thus far to pass a day 

 or two with Mr. Edmonstone. Having now proof 

 positive that his plan of self- expatriation was quite 

 unknown to the general, he determined to return 



