NOVEMBER 10.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, I embarked on board the
"Sir Godfrey Webster," Captain Boyes. On approaching the
vessel, we heard the loudest of all possible shrieks proceeding
from a boat lying near her: and who should prove to be the
complainant, but my former acquaintance, the despairing pig.
He had recovered his voice to protest against entering the ship:
I had already declared against climbing up the accommodation
ladder; the pig had precisely the very same objection. So a
soi-disant chair, being a broken bucket, was let down for us, and
the pig and myself entered the vessel by the same conveyance;
only pig had the precedence, and was hoisted up first. The
ship proceeded three miles, and then the darkness obliged us to
come to an anchor. There are only two other cabin passengers,
a Mr. J— A and a Mr. S—; the latter is a planter in
the "May-Day Mountains," Jamaica: he wonders, considering
how much benefit Great Britain derives from the West Indies,
that government is not careful to build more churches in them,
and is of opinion, that "hedicating the negroes is the only way
to make them appy; indeed, in his umble hopinion, hedication
his hall in hall!"
