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^* morrow. Upon faying which (continued the foldier) 



as ] lay on my bleeding breaft, with my face refting 

 " on my left arm, he, dropping his hatchet into my 

 " flioulder, made the fatal wound you fee, of which I 



ftiall perhaps no more recover. — I however lay quite 

 " dill. They went away, carrying along with them , 



the mangled heads of my comrades, and five or fix 

 " prifoners alive, with their hands tied behind their 

 " backs, of whom I never fince have heard.. When all 

 " was quiet, and it was very dark, I found means^ on my 

 " hands and feet, to creep out from among the carnage^ 

 " and get under cover in the forefi, where I met another 

 " of our foldiers, who was lefs wounded than myfelf ; 



with whom, after ten days wandering, in torment and 



defpair, without bandages, not knowing which way to 

 " proceed, and only one fingle loaf of black bread for 

 " our fubfiftence, we at laft arrived at the military poft 

 " of Patamaca, emaciated, and our putrefied wounds full 

 <^ of live worms." 



I gave the miferable creature half-a-crown ; and hav- 

 ing agreed with Captain Orzinga upon the fignals, we 

 left this peft-houfe, and fiepping on board my man of 

 war, rowed up till we arrived before a creek, called Bar- 

 bacoba, where we once more came to an anchor. 



On the following day we continued to row farther 

 xip the river, till we came before the Cormoetibo 

 Creek, where we moored the fleet, as being my head 



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