CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. CXXlii 



that he might dry them in the following morn- 

 ing's sun. A good Samaritan, who was standing 

 by, furnished a shirt for him. Having made him 

 as comfortable as circumstances would permit, 

 I got him some water to drink, and promised 

 that I would be with him every now and then 

 to see that all was right. 



The people took me for a surgeon, and they 

 requested that I would bleed the captain of the 

 late Pollux, for that he was apparently in a 

 dying state. This dastardly sansculotte was on 

 the floor in horrible despair, sighing, sobbing, 

 and heaving like a broken- winded horse. Having 

 felt his pulse, I recommended that he should 

 be taken on deck, and drenched well with sea- 

 water, adding that this would be a much safer 

 process than drawing his precious blood ; and 

 that a mouthful or two of salt water, with a 

 little fresh air, would tend to collect his scat- 

 tered senses. 



The whole blame of this shipwreck must be 

 thrown on the captains and the mates of the 

 respective vessels. All four of these worthless 

 seamen were fast asleep at the time of the 

 accident, in lieu of attending to their duty. 

 Hence the total loss of the beautiful steamer 



