CHARLES WATERTON, ESQ. xxix 
native land, and retire to foreign climes. A Portu- 
guese gentleman, named Martinez, who, in his travels 
through England, had received great hospitality 
from Sir Henry Bedingfeld of Oxburgh, in Norfolk, 
invited the wanderers to Malaga, where they finally 
settled, and became naturalised Spaniards. 
I sailed from Hull in the month of November, 
with my younger brother (poor fellow ! he died 
afterwards in Paumaron of the yellow fever), in the 
brig Industry, bound for Cadiz. The wind becom- 
ing adverse, we put into Margate Roads, and lay 
there for nine days. A breeze having sprung up 
from the northward, we went to sea again ; in com- 
pany with a Scotch brig, which was going to Vigo, 
and we were within gun-shot of each other the next 
morning at daybreak. On the preceding night, I 
had heard one of our own crew tell his comrade 
that, when he was ashore at Margate, a sailor from 
the Scotch brig had told him that their mate was 
in a conspiracy to murder the captain, and to run 
away with the vessel. I questioned our tar very 
particularly the following day, as the brig was not 
far off ; and, finding his account quite consistent, I 
went down into the cabin, and committed it to paper. 
Having enclosed it in a bottle, we ran along-side of 
the brig for Vigo, and hailed the captain. I then 
threw the bottle on the quarter-deck. The captain 
immediately took it up, and carried it below. He 
returned to the deck in a short time, and made us a 
very low bow ; which, no doubt, was the safest way 
to express his gratitude for the favour which we 
had done to him. We parted company in a gale of 
