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dram, and ordered Friday to tell him of his deliverance; hut
when the poor fellow looted in his face, and heard him speak,
it would have moved anyone to tears, to have seen how he
kissed, embraced, hugged him, danced, sung, and then cried
again. It was some time before I could make him tell me
what was tlic m atter; hut when he came to himself, he said,
he was his own dear father. He then sat down by him, held
the old man's head close to his bosom, and chafed his arms and

ankles, which were stiff with binding. The Spaniard having
expressed to me the utmost gratitude for his deliverance, gave
me an account of the shipwreck, and the situation of his
companions; and it was resolved that Friday's father and the
Spaniard should go in the boat to fetch them over.