THE Captain denied, the Indian continued to affert, and the Company, particularly Macvalor, leaned to believe the Onnondagan.

BRING me Coals of Fire,' fays Cannaffatego, let me prove the Truth of what I here utter;' on which one of the Sailors brought a Pan of Coals from the Cook-room, here,' cries the Onnondagan, detefted Liar, put here your Hand, and fee from whom the Truth can be firft extorted,' holding his Righthand fteadily, unflinching, in the Fire till Macvalor pulled him away;' this convinced the Sailors of the Truth of what Cannaffatego had faid.

DURING this Time, Probit had been endeavouring to recover Mifs Lydia, whom he found as pale and cold as Parian Marble, my lovely Lydia, my dear Maid' he cried, muft thefe Eyes never behold thee more in Life?' the Tears ftreaming from them at the fame Time. Oh wake to tell me

who has dared to injure all my Soul holds dear, wake but to tell me, my Hands fhall execute due Vengeance on the Villain; then Life has no longer • Charms for me, I'll follow thee, my lovely Maid.'

AFTER fome time the recovered and feeing Lieutenant Probit, faid with a Sigh, is it you, my dear • Mr. Probit? Is it to you I owe this Refcue from

this villainous Captain Bounce, I thought it was the 'Indian Chief?' At which Words Probit forgetting all Diftinction between Commanders and inferior Officers, rushed on Deck like a Lion, and feizing the Captain, cried, Villain, give me Satisfaction;' the Company were aftonished at the Suddenness of this Action, as they stood round him and the Indian Chief. Coward as you are, detefted Violator of Innocence and Youth, give me Satisfaction for the Injury you have offered to all my Soul holds dear.'

Ir is not I, it is this Indian which has done what you tax me with,' fays the Captain.

VILLAIN you lye,' fays Probit in Rage, the Lips of her my Soul adores, which never yet have pronounced one Falfhood, has faid 'twas you;' then quitting the Captain he rushed into Cannaffatego's Arms, and cried, thou dear Deliverer of all my Soul

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'hold's dear, take all the Thanks an honest Heart can give, thou brave and generous Prince.'

UPON my Shoul, fays Macvalor, but I whas after thinking fo myfhelf: Ah! Cofin Phelim, are you "there?"

OH Dammochee,' says Parfon Pugh, 'this whas prave toings inteed. Shame upon you, Shame you inteed.

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let Mrs. Rachael decide a Word we

AT this the Captain faid, the Affair, I am innocent byfhall not name.

Now we had either forgotten, or could not find a Place to tell our Readers, that Mrs. Rachael had continued in a Swoon from the Moment fhe went into Bed, till after Mifs Lydia was recovered.

ONLY it may be neceffary to remark, that as Mifs Lydia was as pale and cold as Death during her fainting, Mrs. Rachael was as warm and as red as a Brick-kiln, and that as Mifs Lydia was under the Influence of her Fright, and obliged to recover with returning Life; fo Mrs. Rachael, not being actuated by much Terror, and her Fit in fubjection to her Will, was determined to continue her Swoon longer than Mifs Lydia's; during the time Lieutenant Probit had been attempting to recover Mifs Fairchild, Surgeon Macpherson had been applying his Smelling-bottle to Mrs. Rachael, who wanted no Sign of Life but that of opening her Eyes, continually turning her Head from the volatile Spirits, upon which Macpherson, cried, as I fhall anfwer, I 'fhall take Minutes of this Cafe for the medical Effays at Edinburgh; the Pulfe beats as well as mine, the Breeth is as regular, the Heat as moderate, and a' the Symptoms of Life as weel as at any ⚫ other time, only the can na open her Eyes; the De'el tak me if ever I ken'd ficken a Cafe in a' my Practice, or a' the College of Edinburgh, I believe.'"

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HOWEVER, Mifs Lydia recovering, Mrs. Rachael opened her Eyes with a Where am I? Detested 'Woman, bafe Hypocrite, leave me this Moment,' fays Lydia with her Eyes ftreaming with Tears, 'tis to you I owe my Ruin. Am I ruined? fays fhe to poor Prebit who fupported her. No, my Soul, my Lydia,

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Lydia,' cries the Lieutenant, thou art Virtue and Innocence itself.' However he could not be reftrained from Tears, which she said gave Ease to her oppreft Heart.

MRS. Rachael dreft herself, and being fent for by the Captain, protefted fhe believed that it was the Pagan Indian which came firft to their Bed; fhe was fure that it was him fhe faw firft; that the Captain The believed came to their Rescue, God knows I foon fainted away, yet this if she was called upon fhe would fwear, and that he would not damn her Soul for the World:' However, Miss Fairchild continuing to declare the contrary, and telling_the Story in all its Circumftances, with that pathetic Perfuafion which ever attends Truth, the Captain was condemned, and Mrs. Rachael damned for a B whole Ship's Company.

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by the 'DAMME, Jack,' fays the Boatswain's Mate to the if ever I knew a Prefbyterian that was and a Coward that was not a Rogue, and I'll rather cry Brooms in London, than fail with fuch a Spoon-metal Son of a Whore; he has no 'more Heart than my Grandmother's Gander, all Hiffing and no Blows; he a Captain, he be damn'd.'

AND with this Curfe, like Teague in the Committee, tho' without paying for fwearing, we conclude this Chapter and retire from our Readers.

CHAP. XXII.

Quarrel between the Captain and fecond Lieutenant, which ends to the Honour of the latter. Mifs Lydia's Tenderness. Macvalor's Honefty. The Sailors Contempt of a Coward. Probit's Friendship for the Indian Chief. Mrs. Rachael and the Captain's Defigns; with a Remark of deep Penetration; all in one' Chapter.

M'Rachael, determined never to fleep in the fame

ISS Lydia having just Reason to detest Mrs.

Bed with her again. Probit offered her his Cabin and

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to watch her safe from Injury; the Indian Chief faid she should have his, that to fleep on Deck was no Hardship to him, to please her who was all Virtue and Goodnefs: However, Probit faid to the Captain, you 'don't intend turning her out of the State-room tonight, as the is fo extremely ill? let that Hypocrite turn into what Place the can find,' meaning Mrs. Rachael: She may fleep there to-night,' fays the honourable Captain Bounce, if the will; but if the does not retract to-morrow Morning, the fhall turn in with the common Men."

RETRACT! and amongst the common Men!' fays Lydia Fairchild amongst the common Men, 'who dares pronounce that?'

Probit,

I DO,' fays the Captain.

You do, you paltry Coward,' fays Probit, 'Difgrace to your Country. Holloe, upon Deck there,' fays the Captain, for they were in the Cabin; at which Words Macvalor and fome other inferior Officers entered the Cabin.

TAKE this Fellow (meaning Lieutenant Probit) and put him in Irons, he intends breeding a Mutiny.

Ar which Words Mifs Lydia flipping on a Nightgown, her Heart all trembling for the Man fhe loved, Teaped from her Bed, and rushing from the State-room fell on her knees to Macvalor, crying, if ever Virtue was dear to Man, do not liften to that inhuman Monfter: Oh Mr. Macvalor, fhall my Defender, shall the Protector of Innocence be confined in ignominious Irons? Take me, let the galling Chains furround thefe Limbs, let me that have been the Caufe, if there be any Caufe, fuffer; let him be free, who has only erred by affifting Innocence in Distress.'

AT which Words Probit catching Lydia in his Arms, and lifting her from her Knees,thee in Chains, who dares that Sacrilege? that very Villain,' pointing to the Captain, dares not think of it; there is but one Way which leads to that, which is thro' this • Heart.'

FAITH, my Dear,' fays Lieutenant Macvalor, you're after being mistaken; there is another Way thro'

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thro' mine too, and he that shall put either you ar fhe in Irons, fhall go there himfelf in your Place. What fay you, my Lads?' to fome of the Sailors, 4 will you be after putting Lieutenant Probit and Mifs Lydia in Irons or the Captain?'

Here hand him forward,' faid the Sailors, 'we'll put Captain Coward in Irons, what let a French Ship pafs by with Colours flying; he a Captain; he 'command the ****** let's keel-haul him,

hand him forward, Lieutenant.'

THE Captain at thefe Words found his Intereft on board quite loft; he therefore faid, that To-morrow the Thing fhould be heard over from all Parties, till when Mifs Lydia might fleep in the State-room, and Mrs. Rachael in his Hammock, for himfelf he did not chufe to go Bed any more that Night.

THIS, Mifs Fairchild at firft refused; but Probit faying he would watch her till the Morning, she retired.

THINGS being thus fettled, Lieutenant Probit ftaid all Night juft without the Cabin-door, Cannaffatego never clofing his Eyes. Indeed he tarried with Lieutenant Probit, who loved him with most fincere Affection for his generous Behaviour to Mifs Lydia: My • dearest Friend,' he often repeated, to thee I owe the Protection of my lovely Lydia,' taking the Indian in his Arms.

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DURING the Night, the Captain and Mrs. Rachael agreed to fwear pofitively, that Cannaffatego was the Perfon who had committed this Outrage on Mifs Lydia.

THE Day-light being come, the Captain appeared with that Kind of Humour, which I have more than once feen mistaken for Gaiety and Courage, and which indeed was put on to give that Air to his Actions; he fung to himself as he walked the Quarter-Deck, as if he feared nothing; which being remarked, fays Lieutenant Probit to Macvalor, the Captain puts me in mind of my being a Boy, when I fung thro' the • Church-yard, to tell the Ghofts which I fear'd, that I was not afraid of them.'

FAITH,