I was happy once more amongst my friends and brethren, till November, when my old friend, the celebrated Doctor Irving, bought a remarkable fine sloop, about 150 tons.  He had a mind for a new adventure in cultivating a plantation at Jamaica and the Musquito Shore; asked me to go with him, and said that he would trust me with his estate in preference to any one.  By the advice, therefore, of my friends, I accepted of the offer, knowing that the harvest was fully ripe in those parts, and hoped to be the instrument, under God, of bringing some poor sinner to my well beloved master, Jesus Christ.  Before I embarked, I found with the Doctor four Musquito Indians, who were chiefs in their own country, and were brought here by some English traders for some selfish ends.  One of them was the Musquito king’s son; a youth of about eighteen years of age; and whilst he was here he was baptized by the name of George.  They were going back at the government’s expense, after having been in England about twelve months, during which they learned to speak pretty good English.  When I came to talk to them about eight days before we sailed, I was very much mortified in finding that they had not frequented any churches since they were here, to be baptized, nor was any attention paid to their morals.  I was very sorry for this mock Christianity, and had just an opportunity to take some of them once to church before we sailed.  We embarked in the month of November 1775, on board of the sloop Morning Star, Captain David Miller, and sailed for Jamaica.  In our passage, I took all the pains that I could to instruct the Indian prince in the doctrines of Christianity, of which he was entirely ignorant; and, to my great joy, he was quite attentive, and received with gladness the truths that the Lord enabled me to set forth to him.  I taught him in the compass of eleven days all the letters, and he could put even two or three of them together and spell them.  I had Fox’s Martyrology with cuts, and he used to be very fond of looking into it, and would ask many questions about the papal cruelties he saw depicted there, which I explained to him.  I made such progress with this youth, especially in religion, that when I used to go to bed at different hours of the night, if he was in his bed, he would get up on purpose to go to prayer with me, without any other clothes than his shirt; and before he would eat any of his meals amongst the gentlemen in the cabin, he would first come to me to pray, as he called it.  I was well pleased at this, and took great delight in him, and used much supplication to God for his conversion.  I was in full hope of seeing daily every appearance of that change which I could wish; not knowing the devices of satan, who had many of his emissaries to sow his tares as fast as I sowed the good seed, and pull down as fast as I built up.  Thus we went on nearly four fifths of our passage, when satan at last got the upper hand.  Some of his messengers, seeing this poor heathen much advanced in piety, began