He was dressed like a gentleman; wore a green frock coat and a white fur hat; but his garments were saturated with rain and the spray.

He seemed resolute, nevertheless, and anxious to do something, but he knew not what to do.

When roughly accosted by the captain of the brig, he replied, "If you'll send two or three men to help me, I will soon get the sloop clear of your vessel.

My men have all deserted, and I can do nothing without assistance." The captain of the Gustavus shook his head and his fist at the young Irishman, and discharged a double-headed oath at him, within point-blank shot.

Nevertheless, Bohun continued, "If you will let me have one man, only ONE man, I may be able to save the sloop." "One man!" replied the Swedish captain, screaming with passion, "how do you expect me to spare even one man, when my own vessel may strike adrift at any moment?
Pay out cable, and be hanged to you! Pay out cable, and drop astern!" And he aimed another ferocious oath at the unfortunate supercargo.
Poor Bohun was no sailor.