To his immense
surprise, the sailing master, who must have had a heart after all,
replied, "Yes, with all my heart." He was evidently struck with
compassion for the poor, apparently dying, young man.
Andros, to the astonishment of his companions, immediately descended
into the boat. Some of them asked: "What is that sick man going on
shore for?"
The British sailors endeavored to dissuade him, thinking that he would
probably die on the excursion.
"'So, to put them all to silence, I again ascended on board, for I had
neglected to take my great-coat. But I put it on, and waited for the
sailing-master. The boat was pushed off, I attempted to row, but an
English sailor said, very kindly, 'Give me the oar. You are too
unwell.' * * * I looked back to the black and unsightly old ship as to
an object of the greatest horror. * * * We ascended the creek and
arrived at the spring, and I proposed to the sailors to go in quest of
apples."
The sailing-master said to him, "This fresh air will be of service to
you." This emboldened him to ask leave to ascend a bank about thirty
feet high, and to call at a house near the spring to ask for
refreshment. "Go," said Mr. Emery, "but take care not to be out of
the way." He replied that his state of health was such that nothing
was to be feared from him on that account. He managed to get into a
small orchard that belonged to the farmhouse.
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