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CHAP. I ^ad tafled fince I was taken ill. This certainly did 

 , , me infinite fervice ; and the day following I was again 



able to be tranfported : the black boy alfo was much 



abetter. 



The evening of the 15th I reached Fauconberg, where 

 I was met by a packet of fix or eight letters from different 

 friends, accompanied with prefents of hung-beef, bul- 

 locks tongues, Madeira, porter, rum, and two gallons of 

 excellent fhrub, befides a fine bacon ham, and a beautiful 

 pointer; both the laft from the identical Charles Mac- 

 donald, the Englifh failor, which he had brought me 

 from Virginia, in return for the little civility I had for- 

 merly fliewn him fo unexpedledly at the Hope. This 

 mark of the poor fellow's gratitude and generofity, the 

 true charadleriftics of a Britifh tar, gave me greater plea- 

 fure than all the things I received put together. But ftill I 

 muft except two letters, the one from Mr. Lude at Amfter- 

 vdam, and the other from Mr. de Graav, his adminillrator 

 at Paramaribo, acquainting me finally, and to my heart- 

 felt fatisfadlion, that the amiable Joanna and the little 

 boy were at my difpofal, but at no lefs a price than two 

 thoufand florins, amounting, with other expences, to 

 near two hundred pounds fi:erling, a fum which I was 

 totally unable to raife. I already owed the fum of fifty 

 pounds, that 1 had borrowed for the black boy Quaco's 

 redemption ; but Joanna was to me invaluable, and 

 though appraifed at one -twentieth part of the whole 

 eftate, which had been fold for forty thoufand florins, no 



price 



