Chapter 18 IN THE BAY

Let broad leagues dissever

Him from yonder foam,

O God! to think man ever

Comes too near his home-Hood

The ship that was to carry us swung at the buoy a quarter of a mile offshore, and there were row-boats waiting to take us to her. She was a brig of some 120 tons burthen, and as we came under the stern I saw her name was the Aurungzebe