CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. xivil 
of the Navy Pay-Office. When he had finished his 
story, I told him that Mr. Bedingfield was my uncle. 
I was breakfasting one morning on board the 
Acasta, when I perceived that Captain Beaver 
seemed to be very particular in having his crest on 
different articles of furniture in the cabin : his crest 
was a beaver, and mine is an otter. My uncle 
Bedingfeld had invented a dagger of curious con- 
struction, adapted to the boarding of vessels. I had 
got one made in London, under his directions. It 
was silver mounted, and had my crest upon it ; so 
I begged Captain Beaver to accept it as a keep- 
sake from me. I mention this little anecdote merely 
in order that his relatives may know whence the 
dagger came, should it be now in their possession. 
Whilst I was waiting in Bridgetown for Admiral 
Cochrane's return from the Saintes, a letter arrived 
to inform me that there was no necessity for my 
proceeding to the Orinoco, as all the English 
gentlemen were safe. They had risen on the 
Spanish crew, at the mouth of the Orinoco, and 
had retaken their vessel. During the scuffle, poor 
little Lynch got jostled overboard and was drowned, 
being the only white man who lost his life in the 
fray. After the retaking of the vessel, our English- 
men steered for Tobago, whither they arrived just 
in time to save their lives, for they were nearly in a 
dying state for want of water. 
I left Barbadoes with regret. It was head-quar- 
ters, during the war, for the navy and the army. 
Our troops and tars kept it in one perpetual round 
of gaiety. 
