222 ADVENTURES OF MADAME DENOYER. 
coast ; the crew, however, had the good fortune to reach the 
land. As there was at Samana a small French ship just 
ready to sail, the shipwrecked men, eight in nnmber,Jnte* 
rested the commander, the Sieur Verrier, to receive them on 
board, and to take them to Cape Francois or Monte Christo, 
Being unable to accommodate them all, he proposed to Mr 
Denoyer to take two of them in his bark. One of them was 
the captain, whose name was John, and the other was called 
Young. 
M. Denoyer, being a man of a humane disposition, received 
them with pleasure, gave them linen and clothes, treated them 
with the utmost kindness, in return for which they promised 
all the assistance in their power to their benefactor. 
M. Denoyer set sail at the beginning of March, 1776, hav- 
ing likevvise on board two French seamen, whom he had 
hired to navigate the vessel. As they steered their course close 
in shore, when they arrived opposite the habitation of Manuel 
Borgne, several leagues distant from the place of their depar- 
ture, the two French seam.en requested M. Denoyer to put 
them on shore, as the assistance of the two Englishmen whom 
he had so hospitably received would be sufficient. With this 
request M. Denoyer complied. 
About ten o'clock the following morning M. Denoyer, with 
the help of the two Englishmen, set sail. They came to an 
anchor in the evening, at a place called Grigri, a league from 
Porto Plata, on the north coast of St. Domingo. They supped 
together near the shore, after which, covering the poop with 
palmetto leaves^ and erecting a kind of awning, they placed 
underneath it a matress for Madame Denoyer, her two chil- 
dren, and negro servant, to sleep upon. M. Denoyer threw 
himself upon another matress at the feet of his wife, v.h.ile the 
two Englishmen lay down at the head of the bark. 
They slept soundly till midnight, when they were awaked 
by the cries of their infant daughter. After milking the goat 
which they had taken with them for the purpose of suckling 
the child, M. Denoyer lay down again. About three or four 
o'clock in the morning his Avife was disturbed by the dull 
sound of a violent blow on the bed of her husband, whom she 
heard sigh. Trembling with affright, she aucke her black 
servant, crying, " Good God ! Catherine, they are killing M. 
Denoyer." At the same time she lifted up the cloth which 
composed the awning, when John darted toward her bed with 
a hatchet in his hand, and with a ferocious look threatened 
to kill her if she made the least motion to rise, and unless she 
