On foot they trudged day after day in the direction of Muscat, and how they suffered and what they endured was told by one of the survivors, young Daniel Saunders.Soon they began to drop out and die in their tracks in the manner of "Benjamin Williams, William Leghorn, and Thomas Barnard whose bodies were exposed naked to the scorching sun and finding their strength and spirits quite exhausted they lay down expecting nothing but death for relief." The next to be left behind was Mr.Robert Williams, merchant and part owner, "and we therefore with reluctance abandoned him to the mercy of God, suffering ourselves all the horrors that fill the mind at the approach of death." Near the beach and a forlorn little oasis, they stumbled across Charles Lapham, who had become separated from them.He had been without water for five days "and after many efforts he got upon his feet and endeavored to walk.Seeing him in so wretched a condition Icould not but sympathize enough with him in his torments to go back with him" toward water two miles away, "which both my other companions refused to do.Accordingly they walked forward while Iwent back a considerable distance with Lapham until, his strength failing him, he suddenly fell on the ground, nor was he able to rise again or even speak to me.Finding it vain to stay with him, I covered him with sprays and leaves which I tore from an adjacent tree, it being the last friendly office I could do him."Eight living skeletons left of eighteen strong seamen tottered into Muscat and were cared for by the English consul.Daniel Saunders worked his passage to England, was picked up by a press-gang, escaped, and so returned to Salem.It was the fate of Juba Hill, the black cook from Boston, to be detained among the Arabs as a slave.It is worth noting that a black sea-cook figured in many of these tales of daring and disaster, and among them was the heroic and amazing figure of one Peter Jackson who belonged in the brig Ceres.While running down the river from Calcutta she was thrown on her beam ends and Peter, perhaps dumping garbage over the rail, took a header.Among the things tossed to him as he floated away was a sail-boom on which he was swiftly carried out of sight by the turbid current.All on board concluded that Peter Jackson had been eaten by sharks or crocodiles and it was so reported when they arrived home.An administrator was appointed for his goods and chattels and he was officially deceased in the eyes of the law.A year or so later this unconquerable sea-cook appeared in the streets of Salem, grinning a welcome to former shipmates who fled from him in terror as a ghostly visitation.He had floated twelve hours on his sail-boom, it seemed, fighting off the sharks with his feet;and finally drifting ashore."He had hard work to do away with the impressions of being dead," runs the old account, "but succeeded and was allowed the rights and privileges of the living."The community of interests in these voyages of long ago included not only the ship's company but also the townspeople, even the boys and girls, who entrusted their little private speculations or "adventures" to the captain.It was a custom which flourished well into the nineteenth century.These memoranda are sprinkled through the account books of the East Indiamen out of Salem and Boston.It might be Miss Harriet Elkins who requested the master of the Messenger "please to purchase at Calcutta two net beads with draperies; if at Batavia or any spice market, nutmegs or mace; or if at Canton, two Canton shawls of the enclosed colors at $5 per shawl.Enclosed is $10."Again, it might be Mr.John R.Tucker who ventured in the same ship one hundred Spanish dollars to be invested in coffee and sugar, or Captain Nathaniel West who risked in the Astrea fifteen boxes of spermaceti candles and a pipe of Teneriffe wine.It is interesting to discover what was done with Mr.Tucker's hundred Spanish dollars, as invested for him by the skipper of the Messenger at Batavia and duly accounted for.Ten bags of coffee were bought for $83.30, the extra expenses of duty, boat-hire, and sacking bringing the total outlay to $90.19.The coffee was sold at Antwerp on the way home for $183.75, and Mr.Tucker's handsome profit on the adventure was therefore $93.56, or more than one hundred per cent.
It was all a grand adventure, in fact, and the word was aptly chosen to fit this ocean trade.The merchant freighted his ship and sent her out to vanish from his ken for months and months of waiting, with the greater part of his savings, perhaps, in goods and specie beneath her hatches.No cable messages kept him in touch with her nor were there frequent letters from the master.
Not until her signal was displayed by the fluttering flags of the headland station at the harbor mouth could he know whether he had gained or lost a fortune.The spirit of such merchants was admirably typified in the last venture of Elias Hasket Derby in 1798, when unofficial war existed between the United States and France.
American ships were everywhere seeking refuge from the privateers under the tricolor, which fairly ran amuck in the routes of trade.For this reason it meant a rich reward to land a cargo abroad.The ship Mount Vernon, commanded by Captain Elias Hasket Derby, Jr., was laden with sugar and coffee for Mediterranean ports, and was prepared for trouble, with twenty guns mounted and fifty men to handle them.A smart ship and a powerful one, she raced across to Cape Saint Vincent in sixteen days, which was clipper speed.She ran into a French fleet of sixty sail, exchanged broadsides with the nearest, and showed her stern to the others.
"We arrived at 12 o'clock [wrote Captain Derby from Gibraltar]
popping at Frenchmen all the forenoon.At 10 A.M.off Algeciras Point we were seriously attacked by a large latineer who had on board more than one hundred men.He came so near our broadside as to allow our six-pound grape to do execution handsomely.We then bore away and gave him our stern guns in a cool and deliberate manner, doing apparently great execution.Our bars having cut his sails considerably, he was thrown into confusion, struck both his ensign and his pennant.I was then puzzled to know what to do with so many men; our ship was running large with all her steering sails out, so that we could not immediately bring her to the wind, and we were directly off Algeciras Point from whence Ihad reason to fear she might receive assistance, and my port Gibraltar in full view.These were circumstances that induced me to give up the gratification of bringing him in.It was, however, a satisfaction to flog the rascal in full view of the English fleet who were to leeward.
