and destruction which animated them to fancy that they had found him in the person of Mr. Lozach, they were going to throw him into the sea.  In truth, the soldiers almost equally disliked the latter, who had served only in the Vendean bands of Saint Pol de Leon.  We believed this officer lost, when his voice being heard, informed us that it was still possible to save him.  Immediately Messrs. Clairet, Savigny, l’Heureux, Lavillette, Coudin, Correard, and some workmen, having formed themselves into little parties, fell upon the insurgents with so much impetuosity that they overthrew all who opposed them, recovered Mr. Lozach, and brought him back to the center of the raft.

The preservation of this officer cost us infinite trouble.  Every moment the soldiers demanded that he should be given up to them, always calling him by the name of Danglas.  It was in vain we attempted to make them sensible of their mistake, and to recal to their memory, that he, whom they demanded, had returned on board the frigate, as they had themselves seen; their cries drowned the voice of reason; every thing was in their eyes Danglas; they saw him every where, they furiously and unceasingly demanded his head, and it was only by force of arms, that we succeeded in repressing their rage, and in silencing their frightful cries.

On this occasion we had also reason to be alarmed for the safety of Mr. Coudin.  Wounded and fatigued by the attacks which we had sustained with the disaffected, and in which he had displayed the most dauntless courage, he was reposing on a barrel, holding in his arms a sailor boy, of twelve years of age, to whom he had attached himself.  The mutineers seized him with his barrel, and threw him into the sea with the boy, whom he still held fast; notwithstanding this burden, he had the presence of mind to catch hold of the raft, and to save himself from this extreme danger.  Dreadful night! thy gloomy veil covered these cruel combats, instigated by the most terrible despair.

We cannot conceive how a handful of individuals could resist such a considerable number of madmen.  There were, certainly, not more than twenty of us to resist all these furious wretches.  Let it, however, not be imagined, that we preserved our reason unimpaired amidst all this disorder; terror, alarm, the most cruel privations had greatly affected our intellectual faculties; but being a little less deranged than the unfortunate soldiers, we energetically opposed their determination to cut the cords of the raft.  Let us be allowed to make some reflections on the various sensations with which we were affected.

The very first day, Mr. Griffon lost his senses so entirely, that he threw himself into the sea, intending to drown himself.  Mr. Savigny saved him with his own hand.  His discourse was vague and unconnected.  He threw himself into the water a second time, but by a kind of instinct he kept hold of one of the cross pieces of the raft:  and was again rescued.