For my own part I may truly affirm that I was less concerned than my nurse.

I had a strong hope, which left me, that I should one day recover my liberty; to the ignominy of being carried about for a monster, I considered myself to be a perfect stranger in the country, and that such a misfortune could never be charged upon me as a reproach if ever I should return to England; since the king of Great Britain himself, in my condition, must have undergone the same distress.
My master, pursuant to the advice of his friend, carried me in a box the next market-day, to the neighboring town, and took along with him his little daughter, my nurse, upon a pillion[48] behind him.

The box was close on every side, with a little door for me to go in and out, and a few gimlet holes to let in air.

The girl had been so careful as to put the quilt of her baby's bed into it, for me to lie down on.

However, I was terribly shaken and discomposed in this journey, though it were but of half an hour.