II. 
   
    1744-1751.
 
    
     [Voyage 
    
     of 
    
     two 
    
     months 
    
     from 
    
     Surat 
    
     to 
    
     Calcutta 
    
     - 
    
     Admiral 
    
     Griffins 
    
     seizure, 
    
     in 
    
     1746 
    
     as 
    
     enemy 
    
     (French) 
    
     property, 
    
     of 
    
     two 
    
     Armenian 
    
     vessels 
    
     - 
    
     Great 
    
     loss 
    
     to 
    
     Emins 
    
     father 
    
     and 
    
     others 
    
     - 
    
     Emins 
    
     desire 
    
     to 
    
     go 
    
     to 
    
     England 
    
     - 
    
     Fathers 
    
     opposition 
    
     - 
    
     Unsuccessful 
    
     attempts 
    
     - 
    
     Taken 
    
     as 
    
     a 
    
     deckhand 
    
     on 
    
     the 
     
      Walpole, 
    
     the 
    
     "last 
    
     boat 
    
     of 
    
     the 
    
     season" 
    
     - 
    
     Leaves 
    
     Balasore 
    
     February, 
    
     I751 
    
     - 
    
     Life 
    
     on 
    
     board 
    
     - 
    
     Quarrelsome 
    
     sailors 
    
     - 
    
     Pudding-making 
    
     and 
    
     its 
    
     uproarious 
    
     consequences. 
    
     -Woolwich 
    
     in 
    
     six 
    
     months, 
    
     September, 
    
     1751. 
    
      
    
     "Chimney 
    
     sweepers 
    
     from 
    
     Bengal.
    
     "]
 
   
    The 
   
    author 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    grandfather, 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    assistance 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    uncle 
   
    David, 
   
    procured 
   
    a 
   
    passage 
   
    at 
   
    Surat, 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    country 
   
    ship, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    two 
   
    months 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Calcutta, 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    found 
   
    his 
   
    father 
   
    Hovsep 
   
    carrying 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    slave 
   
    merchandize. 
   
    Some 
   
    months 
   
    after, 
   
    came 
   
    the 
   
    mournful 
   
    news 
   
    before-mentioned, 
   
    of 
   
    Moses 
   
    being 
   
    killed 
   
    at 
   
    Tabriz, 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    loss 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    estate, 
   
    amounting 
   
    to 
   
    5,
   
    500 
   
    tumans, 
   
    equal 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    lack 
   
    and 
   
    10,
   
    000 
   
    rupees. 
   
    Next, 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    father 
   
    sustained 
   
    three 
   
    considerable 
   
    losses. 
   
    Sulaman 
   
    Pasha 
   
    exacted 
   
    18,
   
    000 
   
    piastres 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    second 
   
    uncle, 
   
    Mirzabeg, 
   
    at 
   
    Basra. 
   
    Then 
   
    followed 
   
    loss 
   
    upon 
   
    loss, 
   
    destruction 
   
    after 
   
    destruction, 
   
    a 
   
    family 
   
    of 
   
    sixty-five 
   
    souls 
   
    reduced 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    few, 
   
    and 
   
    (except 
   
    Emin 
   
    the 
   
    Second) 
   
    all 
   
    dead, 
   
    and 
   
    departed 
   
    without 
   
    fame.
 
   
    It 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    happier 
   
    for 
   
    them 
   
    all 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    killed 
   
    in 
   
    an 
   
    action 
   
    like 
   
    men, 
   
    than 
   
    to 
   
    die 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    mean 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    merchandize, 
   
    without 
   
    head 
   
    or 
   
    tail, 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    flock 
   
    without 
   
    a 
   
    shepherd: 
   
    it 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    despicable, 
   
    if 
   
    it 
   
    were 
   
    carried 
   
    on 
   
    and 
   
    protected, 
   
    as 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    by 
   
    Europeans. 
   
    The 
   
    late 
   
    admiral 
   
    Griffin, 
   
    like 
   
    Nadir 
   
    Shah, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    year 
   
    1746, 
   
    took 
   
    two 
   
    Armenian 
   
    vessels 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    bar 
   
    of 
   
    Madras, 
   
    one 
   
    from 
   
    Basra 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    from 
   
    Mukca, 
   
    all 
   
    with 
   
    ready 
   
    cash, 
   
    amounting 
   
    to 
   
    twelve 
   
    lacks 
   
    of 
   
    rupees, 
   
    with 
   
    passports 
   
    and 
   
    protection 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    honourable 
   
    council 
   
    of 
   
    Calcutta: 
   
    yet 
   
    he 
   
    carried 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    England. 
   
    The 
   
    honourable 
   
    court 
   
    of 
   
    directors 
   
    took 
   
    great 
   
    pains, 
   
    and 
   
    did 
   
    the 
   
    utmost 
   
    to 
   
    recover 
   
    the 
   
    vessels 
   
    and 
   
    money 
   
    by 
   
    law, 
   
    but 
   
    could 
   
    not; 
   
    and 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    condemned 
   
    as 
   
    enemies 
   
    property. 
   
    When 
   
    the 
   
    lawyer 
   
    was 
   
    making 
   
    his 
   
    speeches 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    subject, 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    unfortunately 
   
    was 
   
    sent 
   
    by 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    court 
   
    of 
   
    kings 
   
    bench, 
   
    the 
   
    very 
   
    year 
   
    in 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    arrived 
   
    in 
   
    London. 
   
    At 
   
    the 
   
    confiscation 
   
    of 
   
    those 
   
    vessels, 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    care 
   
    so 
   
    much 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    unsufferable 
   
    loss, 
   
    as 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    lawyer 
   
    pleading, 
   
    said, 
   
    "How 
   
    is 
   
    it 
   
    possible 
   
    that 
   
    inhabitants 
   
    of 
   
    Calcutta, 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchants, 
   
    should 
   
    be 
   
    possessed 
   
    of 
   
    so 
   
    great 
   
    a 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    money? 
   
    They 
   
    are 
   
    like 
   
    the 
   
    Jews 
   
    in 
   
    Holland, 
   
    who 
   
    carried 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    trade 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    money 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    enemy, 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    Dutch 
   
    were 
   
    engaged 
   
    in 
   
    war. 
   
    The 
   
    property 
   
    belonged 
   
    to 
   
    our 
   
    enemy 
   
    the 
   
    French, 
   
    and 
   
    is 
   
    justly 
   
    and 
   
    most 
   
    lawfully 
   
    taken 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    admiral. 
   
    The 
   
    Armenians, 
   
    underhand, 
   
    are 
   
    commissioners 
   
    for 
   
    them; 
   
    they 
   
    have 
   
    not 
   
    any 
   
    interest 
   
    in 
   
    this 
   
    affair.
   
    " 
   
    That 
   
    cruel 
   
    sentence, 
   
    so 
   
    disagreeable 
   
    to 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    hear, 
   
    affected 
   
    his 
   
    mind 
   
    so 
   
    deeply, 
   
    that 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    home, 
   
    he 
   
    fell 
   
    sick, 
   
    and 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    come 
   
    out 
   
    for 
   
    forty 
   
    days, 
   
    till 
   
    his 
   
    indignation 
   
    was 
   
    over. 
   
    Happy 
   
    it 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    if 
   
    the 
   
    present 
   
    supreme 
   
    court 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    then 
   
    instituted 
   
    in 
   
    Calcutta, 
   
    the 
   
    admiral 
   
    might 
   
    not 
   
    have 
   
    possessed 
   
    the 
   
    character 
   
    of 
   
    a 
   
    despotic 
   
    prince, 
   
    nor 
   
    many 
   
    poor 
   
    Armenian 
   
    families 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    ruined, 
   
    nor 
   
    their 
   
    names 
   
    disgraced 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    unworthy 
   
    appellation 
   
    of 
   
    Jews. 
   
    It 
   
    is 
   
    beneath 
   
    even 
   
    the 
   
    lowest 
   
    class 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    harmless 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    to 
   
    act 
   
    like 
   
    that 
   
    forlorn 
   
    people, 
   
    or 
   
    to 
   
    deal 
   
    with 
   
    any 
   
    other 
   
    European 
   
    nation 
   
    as 
   
    they 
   
    do 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    English; 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    writer 
   
    persists 
   
    in 
   
    maintaining 
   
    his 
   
    just 
   
    opinion 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    famous 
   
    republican 
   
    nation, 
   
    whose 
   
    excellent 
   
    laws 
   
    resemble 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    single 
   
    taper, 
   
    which 
   
    enlightens 
   
    only 
   
    the 
   
    apartment 
   
    of 
   
    one 
   
    master, 
   
    but 
   
    the 
   
    sun, 
   
    which 
   
    spreads 
   
    its 
   
    magnificent 
   
    light 
   
    over 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    universe; 
   
    and 
   
    though, 
   
    in 
   
    bad 
   
    seasons 
   
    clouds 
   
    and 
   
    fogs 
   
    may 
   
    draw 
   
    a 
   
    veil 
   
    over 
   
    it, 
   
    yet 
   
    the 
   
    inhabitants 
   
    are 
   
    sure 
   
    of 
   
    sunshine 
   
    again; 
   
    for 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    evident, 
   
    that 
   
    nothing 
   
    is 
   
    perfect 
   
    in 
   
    our 
   
    sublunary 
   
    world, 
   
    nothing 
   
    but 
   
    God 
   
    in 
   
    heaven, 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    above 
   
    us 
   
    all.
 
   
    Let 
   
    us 
   
    not 
   
    lose 
   
    the 
   
    chain 
   
    of 
   
    our 
   
    narrative. 
   
    In 
   
    one 
   
    year, 
   
    his 
   
    father 
   
    Hovsep 
   
    lost 
   
    about 
   
    30,
   
    000 
   
    rupees 
   
    by 
   
    those 
   
    two 
   
    ships; 
   
    add 
   
    to 
   
    it 
   
    18,
   
    000 
   
    more 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    affair 
   
    of 
   
    Basra, 
   
    which 
   
    makes 
   
    48,
   
    000. 
   
    A 
   
    year 
   
    after, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    sent 
   
    to 
   
    Dacca 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
   
    trade, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    like 
   
    at 
   
    all. 
   
    Some 
   
    months 
   
    after, 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    died 
   
    there 
   
    without 
   
    issue: 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    Mahomedan 
   
    law, 
   
    the 
   
    nabobs 
   
    design 
   
    was 
   
    to 
   
    confiscate 
   
    the 
   
    deceaseds 
   
    property, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    all 
   
    mulmul 
   
    goods 
   
    already 
   
    made 
   
    up 
   
    in 
   
    bales; 
   
    but 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    Armenian 
   
    merchants 
   
    begged 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    put 
   
    on 
   
    mourning 
   
    dress, 
   
    and 
   
    consent 
   
    to 
   
    stand 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    son 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    dead 
   
    Armenian; 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    difficulty 
   
    he 
   
    so 
   
    did, 
   
    running 
   
    a 
   
    risk 
   
    of 
   
    being 
   
    tortured: 
   
    they 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    made 
   
    him 
   
    stand 
   
    on 
   
    one 
   
    leg 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    sun, 
   
    attended 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    fellow, 
   
    who 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    run 
   
    a 
   
    sharp 
   
    pointed 
   
    needle 
   
    into 
   
    his 
   
    other 
   
    leg, 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    prevent 
   
    its 
   
    touching 
   
    the 
   
    ground, 
   
    in 
   
    hopes 
   
    of 
   
    forcing 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    injure 
   
    other 
   
    Christians, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    declare 
   
    that 
   
    such 
   
    and 
   
    such 
   
    persons 
   
    owed 
   
    the 
   
    deceased 
   
    a 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    money: 
   
    but 
   
    the 
   
    providence 
   
    of 
   
    God 
   
    saved 
   
    him. 
   
    The 
   
    Armenians 
   
    there, 
   
    industrious 
   
    enough, 
   
    in 
   
    great 
   
    haste 
   
    packed 
   
    up 
   
    the 
   
    goods, 
   
    and 
   
    sent 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    Calcutta; 
   
    where, 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    pains, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    offered 
   
    a 
   
    sum 
   
    of 
   
    money, 
   
    but 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    accept 
   
    it, 
   
    thinking 
   
    it 
   
    beneath 
   
    his 
   
    dignity 
   
    to 
   
    sell 
   
    his 
   
    honourable 
   
    hereditary 
   
    right, 
   
    his 
   
    father 
   
    then 
   
    living, 
   
    as 
   
    Esau 
   
    sold 
   
    his 
   
    birthright: 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    that 
   
    act 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    sake 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    Christian 
   
    countrymen, 
   
    to 
   
    prevent 
   
    wild 
   
    beasts 
   
    from 
   
    eating 
   
    the 
   
    flesh 
   
    of 
   
    lambs. 
   
    Afterwards 
   
    the 
   
    grandees 
   
    of 
   
    Dacca 
   
    were 
   
    apprised 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    circumstance, 
   
    but 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    too 
   
    late.
 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    in 
   
    Calcutta, 
   
    very 
   
    cautious 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    open 
   
    his 
   
    mouth 
   
    or 
   
    utter 
   
    a 
   
    word 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    intention 
   
    of 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    Europe, 
   
    when, 
   
    all 
   
    on 
   
    a 
   
    sudden, 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    just 
   
    at 
   
    ten 
   
    oclock 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    propitious 
   
    morning, 
   
    asked 
   
    him 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    chose 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
   
    Portuguese? 
   
    he 
   
    said, 
   
    no; 
   
    the 
   
    second 
   
    question 
   
    was, 
   
    French? 
   
    he 
   
    answered 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    negative; 
   
    after 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    pause, 
   
    the 
   
    third 
   
    question 
   
    was, 
   
    English? 
   
    here 
   
    Emin 
   
    hesitated 
   
    a 
   
    little 
   
    while, 
   
    and 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    low 
   
    voice 
   
    said, 
   
    yes, 
   
    lest 
   
    the 
   
    father 
   
    should 
   
    suspect 
   
    his 
   
    design; 
   
    and 
   
    continued 
   
    writing 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    pretended 
   
    indifference. 
   
    His 
   
    father 
   
    said, 
   
    "In 
   
    how 
   
    many 
   
    days 
   
    time 
   
    can 
   
    you 
   
    learn 
   
    it?" 
   
    he 
   
    answered 
   
    nothing; 
   
    while 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    standing 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    side 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    table, 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    count 
   
    from 
   
    one 
   
    month 
   
    till 
   
    he 
   
    came 
   
    to 
   
    six 
   
    months; 
   
    then 
   
    the 
   
    son 
   
    agreed, 
   
    for 
   
    fear 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    lose 
   
    the 
   
    opportunity 
   
    if 
   
    his 
   
    father 
   
    changed 
   
    his 
   
    resolution. 
   
    But 
   
    he 
   
    immediately 
   
    accompanied 
   
    Emin 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    English 
   
    school 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    Old 
   
    Court-house, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    age 
   
    of 
   
    nineteen; 
   
    where 
   
    he 
   
    no 
   
    sooner 
   
    picked 
   
    up 
   
    a 
   
    few 
   
    words, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    shift 
   
    to 
   
    ask 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Parrent, 
   
    his 
   
    schoolmaster, 
   
    Whether 
   
    the 
   
    law 
   
    of 
   
    England 
   
    could 
   
    stop 
   
    a 
   
    person, 
   
    who 
   
    should 
   
    chuse 
   
    to 
   
    leave 
   
    his 
   
    father 
   
    and 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    far 
   
    country? 
   
    he 
   
    laughed 
   
    heartily, 
   
    saying, 
   
    "What 
   
    slaves 
   
    you 
   
    are, 
   
    and 
   
    how 
   
    ignorant 
   
    is 
   
    your 
   
    nation, 
   
    who 
   
    have 
   
    resided 
   
    so 
   
    many 
   
    years 
   
    amongst 
   
    us 
   
    without 
   
    knowing 
   
    our 
   
    laws. 
   
    Provided 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    make 
   
    any 
   
    requisition 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    father 
   
    for 
   
    money 
   
    - 
   
    I 
   
    find 
   
    your 
   
    mind 
   
    is 
   
    turned 
   
    towards 
   
    Europe; 
   
    and 
   
    it 
   
    is 
   
    your 
   
    duty 
   
    to 
   
    ask 
   
    your 
   
    father 
   
    first 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    paternal 
   
    blessing; 
   
    but, 
   
    in 
   
    case 
   
    he 
   
    should 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    inclined 
   
    to 
   
    consent, 
   
    then 
   
    do 
   
    as 
   
    you 
   
    think 
   
    best; 
   
    and 
   
    remember, 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    meet 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    difficulty 
   
    in 
   
    getting 
   
    your 
   
    bread 
   
    in 
   
    England.
   
    "
 
   
    This 
   
    was 
   
    joyful 
   
    news 
   
    to 
   
    Emin, 
   
    who, 
   
    for 
   
    two 
   
    years 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    half, 
   
    had 
   
    pined 
   
    with 
   
    grief 
   
    and 
   
    loss 
   
    of 
   
    appetite, 
   
    not 
   
    knowing 
   
    how 
   
    to 
   
    find 
   
    a 
   
    vent 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    distracted 
   
    mind. 
   
    He 
   
    went 
   
    home 
   
    directly, 
   
    and 
   
    spoke 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    hoping 
   
    to 
   
    gain 
   
    his 
   
    consent, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    obtain, 
   
    if 
   
    possible, 
   
    his 
   
    blessing: 
   
    finding 
   
    the 
   
    old 
   
    gentleman 
   
    quite 
   
    averse 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    plan, 
   
    and 
   
    very 
   
    unwilling 
   
    to 
   
    part 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    he 
   
    said 
   
    nothing, 
   
    but 
   
    took 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    opportunity 
   
    to 
   
    inquire 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    houses 
   
    of 
   
    India 
   
    captains; 
   
    after 
   
    which, 
   
    with 
   
    another 
   
    Armenian 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    age, 
   
    a 
   
    distant 
   
    relation 
   
    of 
   
    his, 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    one 
   
    captain 
   
    Williamson, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    introduced 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    steward. 
   
    When 
   
    they 
   
    both 
   
    stood 
   
    before 
   
    the 
   
    captain, 
   
    his 
   
    companion, 
   
    who 
   
    understood 
   
    Portuguese 
   
    better 
   
    than 
   
    himself, 
   
    was 
   
    frightened 
   
    and 
   
    speechless; 
   
    Emin 
   
    therefore 
   
    advanced, 
   
    and, 
   
    as 
   
    well 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    could, 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    his 
   
    design: 
   
    the 
   
    good 
   
    captain 
   
    put 
   
    several 
   
    questions 
   
    to 
   
    him; 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    objection 
   
    he 
   
    made, 
   
    was 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    Turkish 
   
    black 
   
    turban 
   
    and 
   
    long 
   
    clothes. 
   
    Emin 
   
    said, 
   
    the 
   
    first 
   
    might 
   
    be 
   
    taken 
   
    off, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    second 
   
    cut 
   
    short; 
   
    the 
   
    captain 
   
    then 
   
    said, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    sailor; 
   
    he 
   
    answered, 
   
    yourself 
   
    were 
   
    not 
   
    one, 
   
    when 
   
    first 
   
    you 
   
    went 
   
    on 
   
    board, 
   
    we 
   
    shall 
   
    learn 
   
    every 
   
    thing 
   
    in 
   
    good 
   
    time; 
   
    upon 
   
    which 
   
    the 
   
    gentleman 
   
    seemed 
   
    very 
   
    much 
   
    pleased, 
   
    and 
   
    told 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    call 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    morning 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    note 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    on 
   
    board. 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    returned 
   
    home, 
   
    he 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    consider 
   
    the 
   
    matter 
   
    more 
   
    seriously, 
   
    and 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    himself, 
   
    who 
   
    knows 
   
    but 
   
    my 
   
    father 
   
    may 
   
    petition 
   
    the 
   
    governor 
   
    to 
   
    bring 
   
    me 
   
    back 
   
    from 
   
    the 
   
    ship; 
   
    I 
   
    had 
   
    better 
   
    wait 
   
    for 
   
    another 
   
    opportunity. 
   
    He 
   
    staid 
   
    therefore 
   
    with 
   
    vexation 
   
    and 
   
    anxiety 
   
    a 
   
    full 
   
    year, 
   
    till 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    monsoon, 
   
    passing 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    most 
   
    disagreeably 
   
    and 
   
    heavily; 
   
    went 
   
    a 
   
    second 
   
    time 
   
    to 
   
    another 
   
    captain, 
   
    whose 
   
    name 
   
    is 
   
    unknown, 
   
    but 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    choleric 
   
    man, 
   
    hardly 
   
    heard 
   
    himself 
   
    speak 
   
    a 
   
    word, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    very 
   
    near 
   
    knocking 
   
    him 
   
    down, 
   
    swearing 
   
    furiously 
   
    and 
   
    saying, 
   
    Do 
   
    not 
   
    you 
   
    like 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    well 
   
    in 
   
    India? 
   
    half 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    ships 
   
    crew 
   
    have 
   
    deserted 
   
    through 
   
    the 
   
    good 
   
    things 
   
    in 
   
    Bengal, 
   
    and 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    fool 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    want 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to 
   
    England 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    starved 
   
    there; 
   
    get 
   
    away, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    mad. 
   
    Emin 
   
    would 
   
    rather 
   
    have 
   
    been 
   
    favoured 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    captain 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    pair 
   
    of 
   
    black 
   
    eyes 
   
    and 
   
    a 
   
    broken 
   
    head, 
   
    than 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    had 
   
    his 
   
    refusal, 
   
    and 
   
    was 
   
    angry 
   
    with 
   
    himself 
   
    for 
   
    not 
   
    venturing 
   
    the 
   
    year 
   
    before 
   
    with 
   
    good 
   
    captain 
   
    Williamson. 
   
    However, 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    despair, 
   
    but 
   
    went 
   
    thence 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    door, 
   
    where 
   
    lived 
   
    captain 
   
    Cash, 
   
    commander 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Tavistock, 
   
    which 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    before 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    war. 
   
    This 
   
    honourable 
   
    gentleman 
   
    perceiving 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    disorder 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    countenance, 
   
    from 
   
    an 
   
    agitated 
   
    mind, 
   
    said 
   
    nothing, 
   
    till 
   
    some 
   
    gentlemen, 
   
    who 
   
    were 
   
    there, 
   
    went 
   
    out; 
   
    he 
   
    then 
   
    approached 
   
    Emin 
   
    with 
   
    great 
   
    mildness, 
   
    and 
   
    advising 
   
    him 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    tender 
   
    father, 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    dissuaded 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    intention, 
   
    said, 
   
    "depend 
   
    upon 
   
    it, 
   
    my 
   
    friend, 
   
    you 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    through 
   
    the 
   
    laborious 
   
    work 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    ship, 
   
    nor 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    when 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    in 
   
    London; 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    your 
   
    countrymen 
   
    here 
   
    are 
   
    numerous 
   
    and 
   
    very 
   
    rich, 
   
    and 
   
    I 
   
    dare 
   
    to 
   
    say, 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    a 
   
    father; 
   
    what 
   
    ails 
   
    you, 
   
    that 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    so 
   
    sanguine 
   
    for 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    Europe, 
   
    without 
   
    a 
   
    single 
   
    rupee 
   
    in 
   
    your 
   
    pocket?"
 
   
    The 
   
    writer 
   
    took 
   
    no 
   
    notice 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    these 
   
    unsuccessful 
   
    proceedings 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    father, 
   
    whose 
   
    condition 
   
    of 
   
    life 
   
    he 
   
    knew 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    reduced 
   
    very 
   
    low; 
   
    besides 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    then 
   
    had 
   
    a 
   
    dangerous 
   
    illness 
   
    and 
   
    great 
   
    vexation 
   
    of 
   
    mind. 
   
    On 
   
    the 
   
    one 
   
    hand 
   
    was 
   
    emptiness 
   
    of 
   
    pocket; 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    other, 
   
    the 
   
    thought 
   
    of 
   
    losing 
   
    an 
   
    only 
   
    son, 
   
    whose 
   
    resolution 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    changed: 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    therefore 
   
    obliged 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    recourse 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    voyage 
   
    to 
   
    Mukha 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    recovery 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    health 
   
    and 
   
    some 
   
    little 
   
    profit. 
   
    Having 
   
    gone 
   
    on 
   
    board, 
   
    and 
   
    before 
   
    the 
   
    ship 
   
    sailed, 
   
    he 
   
    wrote 
   
    from 
   
    Culpee 
   
    to 
   
    his 
   
    brother 
   
    David, 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    come 
   
    from 
   
    Surat 
   
    and 
   
    inserted 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    letter 
   
    the 
   
    following 
   
    paragraph: 
   
    "Dear 
   
    brother, 
   
    please 
   
    to 
   
    acquaint 
   
    Emin, 
   
    my 
   
    only 
   
    son, 
   
    that 
   
    his 
   
    obstinate 
   
    temper, 
   
    I 
   
    am 
   
    convinced, 
   
    will 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    altered, 
   
    nor 
   
    will 
   
    even 
   
    be 
   
    shaken 
   
    by 
   
    a 
   
    battery 
   
    of 
   
    cannons. 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    dissuaded 
   
    from 
   
    his 
   
    design. 
   
    Do 
   
    you 
   
    not 
   
    remember, 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    but 
   
    five 
   
    years 
   
    of 
   
    age, 
   
    a 
   
    Hamadany 
   
    Mahomedan 
   
    wanted 
   
    to 
   
    caress 
   
    him, 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    up 
   
    a 
   
    stone 
   
    and 
   
    knocked 
   
    out 
   
    the 
   
    fellows 
   
    eye: 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    our 
   
    ancestor 
   
    Emin, 
   
    come 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    grave 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    fearless 
   
    disposition. 
   
    I 
   
    think 
   
    he 
   
    may 
   
    succeed 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    laudable 
   
    notions, 
   
    on 
   
    condition 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    keep 
   
    himself 
   
    very 
   
    strict 
   
    in 
   
    chastity, 
   
    with 
   
    honour 
   
    and 
   
    honesty, 
   
    walking 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    has 
   
    been 
   
    brought 
   
    up, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    path 
   
    of 
   
    religion, 
   
    grounded 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    principles 
   
    of 
   
    truth. 
   
    All 
   
    my 
   
    objection 
   
    against 
   
    his 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    Europe 
   
    was, 
   
    that, 
   
    young 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    is, 
   
    he 
   
    may 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    able 
   
    to 
   
    curb 
   
    himself 
   
    so 
   
    as 
   
    to 
   
    withstand 
   
    the 
   
    temptations 
   
    there 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    free 
   
    country, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    would 
   
    if 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    kept 
   
    under 
   
    our 
   
    watchful 
   
    eyes. 
   
    Tell 
   
    him 
   
    so 
   
    from 
   
    me, 
   
    and 
   
    let 
   
    him 
   
    go; 
   
    may 
   
    Heaven 
   
    prosper 
   
    him 
   
    in 
   
    all 
   
    his 
   
    ways 
   
    which 
   
    are 
   
    good.
   
    " 
   
    This 
   
    effaced 
   
    the 
   
    anxiety 
   
    of 
   
    Emins 
   
    distracted 
   
    mind 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    paternal 
   
    blessing. 
   
    He 
   
    went 
   
    then 
   
    with 
   
    redoubled 
   
    courage 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    fourth 
   
    gentleman, 
   
    named 
   
    Thomas 
   
    Fea, 
   
    commander 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    old 
   
    Walpole 
   
    India-man, 
   
    and 
   
    begged 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    work 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    passage; 
   
    this 
   
    captain 
   
    made 
   
    more 
   
    objections 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    others, 
   
    particularly 
   
    observing 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    so 
   
    very 
   
    thin: 
   
    but 
   
    the 
   
    captain 
   
    rather 
   
    looked 
   
    affable 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    countenance 
   
    and 
   
    conversations, 
   
    which 
   
    made 
   
    the 
   
    writer 
   
    imagine 
   
    his 
   
    offered 
   
    service 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    be 
   
    accepted, 
   
    but 
   
    would 
   
    rather 
   
    raise 
   
    a 
   
    laugh, 
   
    and 
   
    cause 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    sent 
   
    about 
   
    his 
   
    business. 
   
    Desponding 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    grew, 
   
    helpless 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    felt 
   
    himself, 
   
    the 
   
    Indiamen 
   
    having 
   
    all 
   
    sailed, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    Walpole 
   
    being 
   
    the 
   
    last 
   
    ship 
   
    of 
   
    that 
   
    season, 
   
    he 
   
    thought 
   
    of 
   
    no 
   
    other 
   
    remedy 
   
    than 
   
    to 
   
    throw 
   
    himself 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    knees 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    feet 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    captain, 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    deplorable 
   
    captive 
   
    desirous 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    set 
   
    free. 
   
    He 
   
    was 
   
    ordered 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    captain 
   
    to 
   
    call 
   
    again 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    morning, 
   
    and 
   
    so 
   
    on 
   
    every 
   
    day 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    whole 
   
    week; 
   
    at 
   
    last 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    advised 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    European 
   
    servants 
   
    to 
   
    see 
   
    the 
   
    sircar, 
   
    who 
   
    no 
   
    sooner 
   
    received 
   
    a 
   
    couple 
   
    of 
   
    rupees, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    immediately 
   
    spoke 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    captain, 
   
    and 
   
    obtained 
   
    a 
   
    note 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    on 
   
    board. 
   
    Had 
   
    he 
   
    been 
   
    acquainted 
   
    before 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    nature 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    captains 
   
    black 
   
    ministers, 
   
    and 
   
    their 
   
    effective 
   
    influence, 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    saved 
   
    himself 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    lost, 
   
    and 
   
    all 
   
    his 
   
    vain 
    
     intreaties, 
   
    with 
   
    that 
   
    insignificant 
   
    fee; 
   
    and 
   
    this 
   
    shews 
   
    the 
   
    great 
   
    interest 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    natives 
   
    at 
   
    that 
   
    time 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    employments 
   
    of 
   
    many, 
   
    who 
   
    depend 
   
    more 
   
    on 
   
    them 
   
    than 
   
    on 
   
    their 
   
    own 
   
    excellent 
   
    sagacity, 
   
    which 
   
    might 
   
    have 
   
    helped 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    discern 
   
    a 
   
    man 
   
    of 
   
    spirit, 
   
    in 
   
    ever 
   
    so 
   
    destitute 
   
    or 
   
    distressed 
   
    a 
   
    situation. 
   
    But 
   
    patience 
   
    was 
   
    his 
   
    great 
   
    comfort, 
   
    and 
   
    assisted 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    pass 
   
    over 
   
    all 
   
    such 
   
    trifles.
 
   
    He 
   
    went 
   
    home, 
   
    saw 
   
    both 
   
    his 
   
    grandfather 
   
    Michael, 
   
    and 
   
    David 
   
    his 
   
    uncle; 
   
    took 
   
    leave 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    with 
   
    their 
   
    blessing; 
   
    and 
   
    after 
   
    two 
   
    days 
   
    was 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    at 
   
    Balasor. 
   
    The 
   
    third 
   
    mate, 
   
    the 
   
    captains 
   
    own 
   
    brother, 
   
    no 
   
    sooner 
   
    read 
   
    the 
   
    note, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    stamp 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    main 
   
    deck, 
   
    with 
   
    such 
   
    unnatural 
   
    swearing 
   
    and 
   
    cursing, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    thought 
   
    the 
   
    vessel 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    gone 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    bottom, 
   
    bawling 
   
    out 
   
    and 
   
    calling 
   
    for 
   
    the 
   
    boatswain; 
   
    upon 
   
    which, 
   
    immediately 
   
    a 
   
    broom 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    swab 
   
    were 
   
    ready 
   
    brought, 
   
    and 
   
    trusted 
   
    to 
   
    Emins 
   
    hand. 
   
    "Take 
   
    care, 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Armenian 
   
    (said 
   
    the 
   
    mate,
   
    ) 
   
    to 
   
    keep 
   
    the 
   
    main-deck 
   
    always 
   
    clean, 
   
    more 
   
    especially 
   
    the 
   
    hog-stye, 
   
    and 
   
    particularly 
   
    the 
   
    gallery; 
   
    you 
   
    foolish 
   
    booby, 
   
    that 
   
    preferest 
   
    a 
   
    cold 
   
    to 
   
    a 
   
    hot 
   
    country, 
   
    hell 
   
    to 
   
    heaven;
   
    " 
   
    reading 
   
    the 
   
    curious 
   
    note 
   
    over 
   
    and 
   
    over 
   
    again, 
   
    while 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    standing, 
   
    as 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    ordered, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    foot 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    gang-way, 
   
    holding 
   
    the 
   
    swab 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    right 
   
    hand, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    broom 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    left, 
   
    to 
   
    hear 
   
    the 
   
    lecture 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    most 
   
    improving 
   
    commander; 
   
    who 
   
    making 
   
    a 
   
    second 
   
    motion, 
   
    said, 
   
    "Do 
   
    you 
   
    hear 
   
    me, 
   
    sirrah?" 
   
    Yes, 
   
    please 
   
    your 
   
    honour, 
   
    said 
   
    the 
   
    poor 
   
    boy: 
   
    "Take 
   
    very 
   
    great 
   
    care 
   
    then 
   
    (said 
   
    he) 
   
    of 
   
    those 
   
    two 
   
    instruments, 
   
    to 
   
    execute 
   
    the 
   
    duties 
   
    of 
   
    your 
   
    office, 
   
    for 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    fit 
   
    for 
   
    nothing 
   
    else;
   
    " 
   
    then, 
   
    with 
   
    a 
   
    horse-laugh, 
   
    he 
   
    turned 
   
    his 
   
    back, 
   
    and 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    walk 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    quarter-deck. 
   
    Emin 
   
    cared 
   
    not 
   
    a 
   
    pin 
   
    for 
   
    his 
   
    abusive 
   
    expressions, 
   
    saying 
   
    to 
   
    himself, 
   
    "That 
   
    is 
   
    all 
   
    but 
   
    a 
   
    puff 
   
    of 
   
    wind 
   
    compared 
   
    to 
   
    your 
   
    brothers 
   
    polite 
   
    smiles, 
   
    which 
   
    wanted 
   
    very 
   
    little 
   
    to 
   
    turn 
   
    into 
   
    a 
   
    dreadful 
   
    storm, 
   
    sufficient 
   
    to 
   
    wreck 
   
    the 
   
    feeble 
   
    boat 
   
    of 
   
    my 
   
    poor 
   
    heart.
   
    " 
   
    In 
   
    short, 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    mind 
   
    abuse, 
   
    when 
   
    his 
   
    resolution 
   
    told 
   
    him, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    going 
   
    towards 
   
    a 
   
    paradise 
   
    upon 
   
    earth, 
   
    to 
   
    have 
   
    his 
   
    eyes 
   
    opened, 
   
    and 
   
    take 
   
    a 
   
    view 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    world. 
   
    A 
   
    fortnight 
   
    after, 
   
    the 
   
    captain, 
   
    with 
   
    two 
   
    English 
   
    ladies, 
   
    passengers, 
   
    came 
   
    on 
   
    board: 
   
    next 
   
    morning, 
   
    about 
   
    the 
   
    14th 
   
    February, 
   
    I751, 
   
    the 
   
    Walpole 
   
    sailed. 
   
    Three 
   
    weeks 
   
    more 
   
    the 
   
    author 
   
    continued 
   
    in 
   
    that 
   
    foul 
   
    office, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    was 
   
    removed 
   
    upon 
   
    the 
   
    quarter-deck, 
   
    together 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    countryman 
   
    John 
   
    Masseh, 
   
    who 
   
    is 
   
    also 
   
    living 
   
    in 
   
    Calcutta 
   
    at 
   
    this 
   
    present 
   
    time; 
   
    and, 
   
    thank 
   
    God, 
   
    he 
   
    is 
   
    possessed 
   
    of 
   
    pretty 
   
    good 
   
    estate, 
   
    and 
   
    passes 
   
    his 
   
    life 
   
    happily.
 
   
    Though 
   
    Emin 
   
    had 
   
    gained 
   
    the 
   
    minds 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    ships 
   
    crew, 
   
    by 
   
    oversetting 
   
    the 
   
    big 
   
    foreigner 
   
    mentioned 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    preface; 
   
    yet 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    not 
   
    well 
   
    enough 
   
    reconciled 
   
    to 
   
    him 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    countryman, 
   
    to 
   
    let 
   
    them 
   
    hang 
   
    their 
   
    bag 
   
    of 
   
    pudding 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    copper. 
   
    Several 
   
    times, 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    every 
   
    second 
   
    days 
   
    common 
   
    allowance 
   
    of 
   
    flour, 
   
    and 
   
    had 
   
    made 
   
    it 
   
    into 
   
    dough, 
   
    they 
   
    hardly 
   
    approached 
   
    the 
   
    kitchen 
   
    door, 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    sailors 
   
    hooted 
   
    out, 
   
    growling 
   
    like 
   
    lions, 
   
    and 
   
    calling 
   
    them 
   
    lousy 
   
    slavish 
   
    Armenians; 
   
    adding, 
   
    "you 
   
    are 
   
    not 
   
    better 
   
    than 
   
    our 
   
    enemies 
   
    the 
   
    French, 
   
    who 
   
    in 
   
    time 
   
    of 
   
    war 
   
    are 
   
    for 
   
    conquering 
   
    us, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    peace, 
   
    to 
   
    come 
   
    to 
   
    England 
   
    like 
   
    beggars, 
   
    to 
   
    take 
   
    the 
   
    bread 
   
    out 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    mouths 
   
    of 
   
    Englishmen.
   
    " 
   
    This 
   
    obliged 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    throw 
   
    their 
   
    dough 
   
    over 
   
    board. 
   
    They 
   
    were 
   
    advised 
   
    by 
   
    some 
   
    to 
   
    complain 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    captain; 
   
    but 
   
    Emin 
   
    thought 
   
    it 
   
    a 
   
    mean 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    acting, 
   
    and 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    work 
   
    his 
   
    brains 
   
    how 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    even 
   
    with 
   
    them. 
   
    He 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    steward 
   
    the 
   
    next 
   
    flour 
   
    day, 
   
    and 
   
    got 
   
    their 
   
    allowance; 
   
    a 
   
    potfull 
   
    of 
   
    fine 
   
    hogs-lard 
   
    was 
   
    hanging 
   
    over 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    side 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    boatswains 
   
    cott, 
   
    and 
   
    Emin 
   
    thinking 
   
    it 
   
    no 
   
    harm 
   
    or 
   
    theft, 
   
    took 
   
    a 
   
    good 
   
    quantity 
   
    of 
   
    it, 
   
    as 
   
    a 
   
    thing 
   
    of 
   
    no 
   
    value: 
   
    behold! 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    boatswains 
   
    own 
   
    property, 
   
    and 
   
    esteemed 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    as 
   
    good 
   
    as 
   
    butter! 
   
    The 
   
    owner 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    came, 
   
    and 
   
    taking 
   
    Emin 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    tip 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    ear, 
   
    pinched 
   
    it 
   
    with 
   
    such 
   
    force, 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    blood 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    trickle 
   
    down 
   
    from 
   
    it; 
   
    then 
   
    gave 
   
    him 
   
    a 
   
    slap 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    face, 
   
    and 
   
    said 
   
    to 
   
    him, 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    very 
   
    friendly 
   
    mantier, 
   
    "Take 
   
    care 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    learn 
   
    thieving, 
   
    for 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    going 
   
    to 
   
    England, 
   
    where 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    should 
   
    commit 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    fault, 
   
    you 
   
    would 
   
    be 
   
    hanged 
   
    for 
   
    it. 
   
    I 
   
    find 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    ignorant 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    ships 
   
    custom; 
   
    if 
   
    you 
   
    knew 
   
    it, 
   
    you 
   
    would 
   
    not 
   
    act 
   
    so; 
   
    go, 
   
    mind 
   
    your 
   
    pudding.
   
    " 
   
    Thereupon 
   
    he, 
   
    with 
   
    his 
   
    messmate 
   
    Masseh, 
   
    went 
   
    to 
   
    work, 
   
    mixed 
   
    the 
   
    flour, 
   
    hogs-lard, 
   
    and 
   
    some 
   
    water, 
   
    together 
   
    pretty 
   
    well; 
   
    then 
   
    rolled 
   
    it 
   
    upon 
   
    a 
   
    board 
   
    as 
   
    thin 
   
    as 
   
    parchment, 
   
    and 
   
    folding 
   
    it 
   
    from 
   
    every 
   
    side, 
   
    spread 
   
    each 
   
    plait 
   
    with 
   
    sugar, 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    the 
   
    thickness 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    become 
   
    three 
   
    quarters 
   
    of 
   
    an 
   
    inch, 
   
    just 
   
    big 
   
    enough 
   
    for 
   
    a 
    
     grid-iron; 
   
    which 
   
    the 
   
    captains, 
   
    cook, 
   
    a 
   
    good-natured 
   
    elderly 
   
    man 
   
    lent 
   
    them, 
   
    seeing 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    could 
   
    not 
   
    come 
   
    near 
   
    the 
   
    great 
   
    copper 
   
    on 
   
    account 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    men. 
   
    Both 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians, 
   
    very 
   
    glad 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    favour, 
   
    made 
   
    a 
   
    shift 
   
    in 
   
    an 
   
    hour 
   
    and 
   
    half 
   
    to 
   
    broil 
   
    their 
   
    pudding, 
   
    which 
   
    they 
   
    took 
   
    up, 
   
    and 
   
    setting 
   
    down 
   
    under 
   
    the 
   
    larboard 
   
    side 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    gangway 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    princely 
   
    state, 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    make 
   
    a 
   
    dinner 
   
    upon 
   
    it 
   
    with 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    appetite 
   
    imaginable, 
   
    chusing 
   
    that 
   
    place 
   
    on 
   
    purpose 
   
    to 
   
    be 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    men, 
   
    by 
   
    whom 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    been 
   
    deprived 
   
    for 
   
    six 
   
    weeks 
   
    on 
   
    ship-board 
   
    of 
   
    eating 
   
    pudding. 
   
    As 
   
    they 
   
    passed 
   
    and 
   
    repassed 
   
    the 
   
    curiosity 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    men 
   
    led 
   
    them 
   
    to 
   
    inquire 
   
    how 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    made, 
   
    every 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    tasting 
   
    a 
   
    bit, 
   
    and, 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    informed 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    method, 
   
    they 
   
    approved 
   
    it, 
   
    and 
   
    swore 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    would 
   
    follow 
   
    the 
   
    example, 
   
    not 
   
    considering 
   
    the 
   
    ridiculous 
   
    consequences 
   
    of 
   
    it. 
   
    In 
   
    a 
   
    ships 
   
    company 
   
    among 
   
    thirty 
   
    or 
   
    more 
   
    messes, 
   
    allowing 
   
    only 
   
    an 
   
    hours 
   
    time 
   
    to 
   
    each 
   
    grilling 
   
    with 
   
    one 
   
    gridiron, 
   
    in 
   
    such 
   
    hot 
   
    weather, 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    captains 
   
    cook-room, 
   
    they 
   
    must 
   
    of 
   
    course 
   
    bid 
   
    farewell 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    ships 
   
    work.
 
   
    A 
   
    day 
   
    after, 
   
    having 
   
    their 
   
    allowance 
   
    of 
   
    flour 
   
    as 
   
    usual, 
   
    the 
   
    operation 
   
    began; 
   
    the 
   
    captains 
   
    pantry 
   
    was 
   
    broke 
   
    open 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    night, 
   
    and 
   
    robbed 
   
    of 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    butter; 
   
    a 
   
    hogshead 
   
    of 
   
    sugar 
   
    was 
   
    broached, 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    boatswains 
   
    pot 
   
    vanished; 
   
    some 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    were 
   
    flogged, 
   
    some 
   
    reprimanded; 
   
    but 
   
    the 
   
    best 
   
    part 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    uproar 
   
    was 
   
    to 
   
    follow: 
   
    About 
   
    ten 
   
    oclock 
   
    the 
   
    contest 
   
    began, 
   
    by 
   
    their 
   
    striking 
   
    one 
   
    another 
   
    unmercifully, 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    gridiron, 
   
    in 
   
    disputing 
   
    who 
   
    should 
   
    use 
   
    it, 
   
    without 
   
    considering 
   
    the 
   
    shortness 
   
    of 
   
    time 
   
    they 
   
    had 
   
    to 
   
    spare. 
   
    The 
   
    captain 
   
    and 
   
    the 
   
    rest 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    officers 
   
    were 
   
    alarmed, 
   
    and 
   
    asked, 
   
    what 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    matter? 
   
    The 
   
    poor 
   
    men 
   
    were 
   
    ashamed 
   
    to 
   
    speak; 
   
    when 
   
    a 
   
    young 
   
    lad 
   
    more 
   
    acute 
   
    than 
   
    the 
   
    rest, 
   
    said 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    good-natured 
   
    way, 
   
    "Sir, 
   
    these 
   
    two 
   
    little 
   
    Armenians 
   
    are 
   
    the 
   
    cause 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    disturbance:
   
    " 
   
    upon 
   
    which 
   
    the 
   
    captain 
   
    laughed 
   
    heartily 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    passengers, 
   
    and 
   
    saying 
   
    to 
   
    them, 
   
    "Very 
   
    well 
   
    done 
   
    - 
   
    now 
   
    I 
   
    see 
   
    you 
   
    have 
   
    learned 
   
    how 
   
    to 
   
    live 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    world.
   
    " 
   
    He 
   
    then 
   
    sent 
   
    them 
   
    two 
   
    bottles 
   
    of 
   
    wine, 
   
    which 
   
    they 
   
    returned, 
   
    and 
   
    accepted 
   
    a 
   
    gallon 
   
    of 
   
    water. 
   
    The 
   
    bloody-nosed 
   
    and 
   
    black-eyed 
   
    gentlemen 
   
    sailors, 
   
    instead 
   
    of 
   
    being 
   
    angry 
   
    with 
   
    Emin, 
   
    came 
   
    and 
   
    shook 
   
    hands 
   
    with 
   
    him, 
   
    while 
   
    he 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    countryman 
   
    sat 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    place 
   
    eating 
   
    their 
   
    pudding 
   
    boiled 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    great 
   
    copper, 
   
    without 
   
    interruption 
   
    from 
   
    any 
   
    of 
   
    their 
   
    brother 
   
    sailors, 
   
    and 
   
    lived 
   
    ever 
   
    after 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    manner, 
   
    uninterrupted 
   
    and 
   
    well 
   
    treated 
   
    by 
   
    them. 
   
    They 
   
    afterwards 
   
    gave 
   
    Emin 
   
    the 
   
    nickname 
   
    of 
   
    Nadir 
   
    Shahs 
   
    son.
 
   
    In 
   
    a 
   
    ship 
   
    of 
   
    any 
   
    other 
   
    nation, 
   
    if 
   
    such 
   
    an 
   
    affair 
   
    had 
   
    happened, 
   
    what 
   
    would 
   
    have 
   
    become 
   
    of 
   
    him 
   
    who 
   
    was 
   
    the 
   
    occasion 
   
    of 
   
    it. 
   
    Nothing 
   
    less 
   
    than 
   
    death 
   
    and 
   
    destruction. 
   
    He 
   
    remembers 
   
    at 
   
    Ispahan, 
   
    that, 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    army 
   
    of 
   
    Aly 
   
    Murad 
   
    Khan, 
   
    the 
   
    late 
   
    King 
   
    of 
   
    Persia, 
   
    was 
   
    dispersed 
   
    without 
   
    fighting, 
   
    (through 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    imprudence), 
   
    as 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    marching 
   
    away, 
   
    a 
   
    mule 
   
    started 
   
    at 
   
    something 
   
    by 
   
    the 
   
    side 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    river 
   
    Zandarud, 
   
    and 
   
    let 
   
    fall 
   
    his 
   
    load, 
   
    which 
   
    was 
   
    only 
   
    kitchen 
   
    furniture 
   
    belonging 
   
    to 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Khans. 
   
    The 
   
    leader 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    mule 
   
    desired 
   
    an 
   
    Armenian 
   
    of 
   
    Julpha, 
   
    with 
   
    two 
   
    other 
   
    Mahomedans 
   
    that 
   
    were 
   
    only 
   
    passing 
   
    by, 
   
    to 
   
    help 
   
    him 
   
    to 
   
    load 
   
    the 
   
    beast. 
   
    Aly 
   
    Murad 
   
    became 
   
    successful 
   
    again, 
   
    the 
   
    deserted 
   
    army 
   
    came 
   
    about 
   
    him, 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    marched 
   
    back 
   
    from 
   
    Hamadan 
   
    to 
   
    Ispahan. 
   
    The 
   
    owner 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    mule 
   
    then 
   
    brought 
   
    an 
   
    action 
   
    against 
   
    those 
   
    three 
   
    persons 
   
    as 
   
    guilty 
   
    of 
   
    plunder, 
   
    and 
   
    ruined 
   
    them 
   
    entirely, 
   
    besides 
   
    their 
   
    being 
   
    bastinadoed 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    cruel 
   
    manner; 
   
    and 
   
    this 
   
    he 
   
    saw 
   
    happened 
   
    while 
   
    standing 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    top 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    house, 
   
    at 
   
    the 
   
    distance 
   
    of 
   
    three 
   
    hundred 
   
    yards.
 
   
    Neither 
   
    the 
   
    author, 
   
    nor 
   
    his 
   
    companion, 
   
    while 
   
    on 
   
    board, 
   
    drank 
   
    any 
   
    brandy, 
   
    but 
   
    their 
   
    allowance 
   
    of 
   
    drams 
   
    they 
   
    gave 
   
    away 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    sailors; 
   
    two 
   
    of 
   
    them 
   
    had 
   
    most 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    drink, 
   
    and 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    very 
   
    good 
   
    in 
   
    taking 
   
    care 
   
    to 
   
    wash 
   
    every 
   
    week.
 
   
    The 
   
    ship 
   
    being 
   
    very 
   
    old, 
   
    sprung 
   
    a 
   
    great 
   
    leak 
   
    below 
   
    the 
   
    head 
   
    five 
   
    or 
   
    six 
   
    feet 
   
    under 
   
    water, 
   
    and 
   
    three 
   
    feet 
   
    to 
   
    the 
   
    left 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    keel, 
   
    so 
   
    that 
   
    all 
   
    hands 
   
    set 
   
    up 
   
    plying 
   
    the 
   
    chain-pumps 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    way 
   
    to 
   
    St. 
   
    Helena 
   
    Island, 
   
    and 
   
    then 
   
    patched 
   
    her 
   
    up. 
   
    All 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    did 
   
    not 
   
    mind, 
   
    nor 
   
    anything, 
   
    while 
   
    the 
   
    weather 
   
    was 
   
    warm; 
   
    but 
   
    when 
   
    the 
   
    ship 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    under 
   
    higher 
   
    latitudes, 
   
    he 
   
    recollected 
   
    the 
   
    meaning 
   
    of 
   
    Mr. 
   
    Fea, 
   
    the 
   
    third 
   
    mate, 
   
    at 
   
    Balasor; 
   
    each 
   
    having 
   
    four 
   
    shirts 
   
    and 
   
    four 
   
    coarse 
   
    drawers 
   
    to 
   
    wear 
   
    in 
   
    all 
   
    sorts 
   
    of 
   
    weather: 
   
    and 
   
    sure 
   
    enough 
   
    he 
   
    felt 
   
    one 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    torments 
   
    of 
   
    hell, 
   
    - 
   
    "gnashing 
   
    of 
   
    teeth.
   
    " 
   
    It 
   
    was 
   
    beneath 
   
    his 
   
    spirit 
   
    to 
   
    skulk 
   
    like 
   
    other 
   
    foreign 
   
    sailors 
   
    or 
   
    lascars, 
   
    who 
   
    had 
   
    not 
   
    coverings 
   
    sufficient 
   
    to 
   
    appear 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    deck 
   
    with 
   
    good 
   
    grace. 
   
    He 
   
    thought 
   
    himself 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    right 
   
    of 
   
    it 
   
    not 
   
    to 
   
    sham 
   
    sick, 
   
    but 
   
    worked 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    deck, 
   
    which 
   
    kept 
   
    him 
   
    warmer, 
   
    and 
   
    thus 
   
    preserved 
   
    the 
   
    good 
   
    opinion 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    brave 
   
    seamen; 
   
    as 
   
    for 
   
    keeping 
   
    below 
   
    the 
   
    main 
   
    hatchway, 
   
    which 
   
    he 
   
    experienced 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    night, 
   
    every 
   
    time 
   
    he 
   
    went 
   
    down 
   
    after 
   
    his 
   
    watch 
   
    was 
   
    over, 
   
    slept 
   
    for 
   
    an 
   
    hour 
   
    comfortably; 
   
    but 
   
    the 
   
    other 
   
    three 
   
    hours 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    in 
   
    great 
   
    misery, 
   
    shaking 
   
    and 
   
    trembling 
   
    through 
   
    cold. 
   
    This 
   
    happiness 
   
    he 
   
    enjoyed 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    mind, 
   
    that 
   
    his 
   
    suffering 
   
    of 
   
    hardship 
   
    was 
   
    for 
   
    a 
   
    goo 
   
    cause, 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    never 
   
    disheartened, 
   
    since 
   
    it 
   
    was 
   
    his 
   
    own 
   
    choice; 
   
    and 
   
    thanked 
   
    God, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    not 
   
    sick 
   
    in 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    passage.
 
   
    Exactly 
   
    in 
   
    six 
   
    months 
   
    the 
   
    ship 
   
    completed 
   
    her 
   
    troublesome 
   
    voyage, 
   
    and 
   
    arrived 
   
    at 
   
    Woolwich 
   
    on 
   
    the 
   
    14th 
   
    of 
   
    September. 
   
    Emin 
   
    was 
   
    then 
   
    very 
   
    happy 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    sight 
   
    of 
   
    Old 
   
    England, 
   
    swelling 
   
    like 
   
    a 
   
    peacock 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    bright 
   
    feathers 
   
    of 
   
    his 
   
    imagination. 
   
    When 
   
    reflecting 
   
    on 
   
    his 
   
    empty 
   
    pocket, 
   
    he 
   
    shrank 
   
    down; 
   
    but 
   
    when 
   
    he 
   
    remembered 
   
    God, 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    as 
   
    hopeful 
   
    as 
   
    ever, 
   
    and 
   
    in 
   
    good 
   
    spirits. 
   
    The 
   
    captain 
   
    had 
   
    the 
   
    kindness 
   
    to 
   
    tell 
   
    him, 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    might 
   
    stay 
   
    on 
   
    board 
   
    during 
   
    the 
   
    time 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    unloading, 
   
    and 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    a 
   
    shilling 
   
    a 
   
    day 
   
    according 
   
    to 
   
    custom; 
   
    then 
   
    knowing 
   
    his 
   
    situation, 
   
    and 
   
    that 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    no 
   
    money, 
   
    nor 
   
    a 
   
    friend 
   
    to 
   
    go 
   
    to; 
   
    but 
   
    he 
   
    was 
   
    foolish 
   
    enough 
   
    to 
   
    stay 
   
    only 
   
    ten 
   
    days.
 
   
    One 
   
    Sunday 
   
    morning, 
   
    while 
   
    on 
   
    board, 
   
    he 
   
    and 
   
    his 
   
    countryman 
   
    had 
   
    some 
   
    beef 
   
    stakes 
   
    dressing 
   
    in 
   
    the 
   
    kitchen, 
   
    when 
   
    they 
   
    saw 
   
    a 
   
    shortish 
   
    Englishman 
   
    come 
   
    on 
   
    board, 
   
    who 
   
    unluckily 
   
    passed 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    same 
   
    place, 
   
    and 
   
    said 
   
    very 
   
    rapidly, 
   
    "Who 
   
    are 
   
    you? 
   
    I 
   
    see 
   
    the 
   
    people 
   
    are 
   
    all 
   
    gone 
   
    on 
   
    shore, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    only 
   
    left 
   
    here 
   
    with 
   
    the 
   
    custom 
   
    house 
   
    officers; 
   
    are 
   
    you 
   
    the 
   
    captains 
   
    slaves?" 
   
    Then 
   
    he 
   
    repeated 
   
    in 
   
    a 
   
    teazing 
   
    manner, 
   
    "What 
   
    are 
   
    you? 
   
    devils 
   
    or 
   
    animals? 
   
    Oh! 
   
    I 
   
    see 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    chimney-sweepers 
   
    come 
   
    from 
   
    Bengal, 
   
    to 
   
    get 
   
    your 
   
    living 
   
    in 
   
    our 
   
    country 
   
    but 
   
    I 
   
    can 
   
    tell 
   
    you, 
   
    you 
   
    are 
   
    too 
   
    old, 
   
    you 
   
    wont 
   
    be 
   
    received 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    service.
   
    " 
   
    No 
   
    sooner 
   
    had 
   
    he 
   
    heard 
   
    that 
   
    they 
   
    were 
   
    Armenians, 
   
    than 
   
    he 
   
    threw 
   
    down 
   
    the 
   
    stick 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    in 
   
    his 
   
    hand, 
   
    and 
   
    began 
   
    to 
   
    tread 
   
    upon 
   
    it, 
   
    saying 
   
    "Ay, 
   
    ay, 
   
    I 
   
    know 
   
    you 
   
    now; 
   
    I 
   
    have 
   
    seen 
   
    the 
   
    Armenians 
   
    in 
   
    Constantinople, 
   
    whose 
   
    necks, 
   
    like 
   
    this 
   
    stick, 
   
    were 
   
    under 
   
    the 
   
    feet 
   
    of 
   
    the 
   
    Turks.
   
    " 
   
    When 
   
    he 
   
    had 
   
    finished 
   
    his 
   
    speech 
   
    he 
   
    took 
   
    up 
   
    the 
   
    stick, 
   
    and 
   
    as 
   
    quick 
   
    as 
   
    lightning 
   
    stepped 
   
    into 
   
    the 
   
    boat 
   
    and 
   
    went 
   
    away. 
   
    This 
   
    spoiled 
   
    the 
   
    authors 
   
    dinner, 
   
    took 
   
    away 
   
    his 
   
    appetite, 
   
    and 
   
    he 
   
    passed 
   
    all 
   
    the 
   
    day 
   
    without 
   
    touching 
   
    anything.