I went with Giddings and some of his shipmates to a sailor boarding house in Dover Street, kept by a German named Hansen.

At the recommendation of Giddings, the landlord received me, although with reluctance, as I had no visible means of paying for my board.

Giddings and his friends shipped the following day for another voyage in the Lady Madison, which ship left the harbor for Liverpool on the evening previous to the reception of the news of the passage of the "embargo act," which, by some mysterious influence, had been strangely delayed.
The Lady Madison remained at anchor, for at least a fortnight, nine or ten miles outside of Sandy Hook, when, having taken on board those portions of her cargo THAT HAD BEEN FORGOTTEN, SHE PROCEEDED ON HER VOYAGE.
My condition at this time furnished a striking contrast with my condition when I left Boston not five months before.

Disappointment had laid on my spirits a heavy hand, and there were no particularly cheering scenes in perspective.

I would gladly have returned to my home, there to have recovered the full use of my fractured limb before I embarked on any new enterprise.