Father M'Grath must have all particulars, and then let him alone for doing what is needful." I complied with O'Brien's directions as well as I could, and he wrote a very long letter to Father M'Grath, which was sent on shore by a careful hand.

I answered my father's letter, and then thought no more about the matter.
Our sealed orders were opened, and proved our destination to be the West Indies, as we expected.

We touched at Madeira to take in some wine for the ship's company; but as we only remained one day, we were not permitted to go on shore.

Fortunate indeed would it have been if we had never gone there; for the day after, our captain, who had dined with the consul, was taken alarmingly ill.

From the symptoms, the surgeon dreaded that he had been poisoned by something which he had eaten, and which most probably had been cooked in a copper vessel not properly tinned.