educated in a smuggler.  A man whom we afterwards fell in with, who had been a shipmate of George’s a few years before, said that he heard, at the boarding-house from which they shipped, that George had been at a college (probably a naval one, as he knew no Latin or Greek), where he learned French and mathematics.  He was not the man by nature that Harris was.  Harris had made everything of his mind and character in spite of obstacles; while this man had evidently been born in a different rank, and educated early in life accordingly, but had been a vagabond, and done nothing for himself since.  Neither had George the character, strength of mind, or memory of Harris; yet there was about him the remains of a pretty good education, which enabled him to talk quite up to his brains, and a high spirit and amenability to the point of honor which years of a dog’s life had not broken.  After he had been a little while on board, we learned from him his adventures of the last two years, which we afterwards heard confirmed in such a manner as put the truth of them beyond a doubt.

He sailed from New York in the year 1833, if I mistake not, before the mast, in the brig Lascar, for Canton.  She was sold in the East Indies, and he shipped at Manilla, in a small schooner, bound on a trading voyage among the Ladrone and Pelew Islands.  On one of the latter islands their schooner was wrecked on a reef, and they were attacked by the natives, and, after a desperate resistance, in which all their number, except the captain, George, and a boy, were killed or drowned, they surrendered, and were carried bound, in a canoe, to a neighboring island.  In about a month after this, an opportunity occurred by which one of their number might get away.  I have forgotten the circumstances, but only one could go, and they gave way to the captain, upon his promising to send them aid if he escaped.  He was successful in his attempt; got on board an American vessel, went back to Manilla, and thence to America, without making any effort for their rescue, or, indeed, as George afterwards discovered, without even mentioning their case to any one in Manilla.  The boy that was with George died, and he being alone, and there being no chance for his escape, the natives soon treated him with kindness, and even with attention.  They painted him, tattooed his body (for he would never consent to be marked in the face or hands), gave him two or three wives, and, in fact, made a pet of him.  In this way he lived for thirteen months, in a delicious climate, with plenty to eat, half naked, and nothing to do.  He soon, however, became tired, and went round the island, on different pretences, to look out for a sail.  One day he was out fishing in a small canoe with another man, when he saw a large sail to windward, about a league and a half off, passing abreast of the island and standing westward.  With some difficulty, he persuaded the islander to go off with him to the ship, promising to return with