This poor wretch had been long raving for water and air; I told him I was determined to give up life, and recommended his gaining my station.

On my quitting it he made a fruitless attempt to get my place; but the Dutch surgeon, who sat on my shoulder, supplanted him.

Poor Cary expressed his thankfulness, and said he would give up life too; but it was with the utmost labor we forced our way from the window (several in the inner ranks appearing to me dead standing, unable to fall by the throng and equal pressure around).

He laid himself down to die; and his death, I believe, was very sudden; for he was a short, full, sanguine man.

His strength was great; and, I imagine, had he not retired with me, I should never have been able to force my way.