They had only time to put in a firkin of butter and a ten-gallon keg of water.

Eight in number, the crew entrusted themselves to the waves, in a leaky tub, many leagues from land.

As the boat swept under the burning bowsprit, Israel caught at a fragment of the flying-jib, which sail had fallen down the stay, owing to the charring, nigh the deck, of the rope which hoisted it.

Tanned with the smoke, and its edge blackened with the fire, this bit of canvass helped them bravely on their way.

Thanks to kind Providence, on the second day they were picked up by a Dutch ship, bound from Eustatia to Holland.