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    surface of the wide ocean. It seemed as if the birds and
    the fishes had abandoned me to my loneliness. I watched and examined the
    surrounding sea, until my hands were tired with holding the glass, and my
    eyes became weary with their office. Fortunately, the breeze stood, though
    the sea went down fast; giving me every opportunity I could desire of
    effecting my object. The ship yawed about a good deal, it is true; but, on
    the whole, she made a very tolerable course. I could see by the water that
    she had a motion of about two knots, for most of the time; though, as the
    day advanced, the wind began to fall, and her rate of going diminished
    quite one half.

    At length, after passing hours aloft, I went below, to look after things
    there. On sounding the pumps, I found ten feet water in the hold; though
    the upper works were now not at all submerged, and the motion of the
    vessel was very easy. That the Dawn was gradually sinking under me, was a
    fact too evident to be denied; and all the concerns of thir life began to
    narrow into a circle of some four-and-twenty hours. That time the ship
    would probably float,--possibly a little longer, should the weather
    continue moderate. The wind was decreasing still, and, thinking I might
    have a tranquil night, I determined to pass that time in preparing for the
    last great change. I had no will to make--little to leave, indeed, after
    my vessel was gone: for the debt due to John Wallingford would go far
    towards absorbing all my property. When his $40,000 were paid, under a
    forced sale, little, indeed, would be the residue.

    The state of things would have been somewhat different, under a fair sale,
    perhaps; but a forced sale would probably sweep away everything. It is true
    my creditor was my heir; for, a legacy to Lucy and a few bequests to
    my slaves excepted, I had fairly bequeathed all I owned to my cousin.
    As for the blacks themselves, under the new policy of New York, they would
    soon be free; and I had no other interest in their fate than that of habit
    and affection.

    But why speak of property, in the situation in which I was placed? Had I
    owned the whole of Ulster county, my wishes, or any new will I might make,

    must die with me. The ocean would soon engulf the whole. Had I no desire
    to make an effort to save myself, or at least to prolong my existence, by
    means of a raft?--of boat, there was none in the ship. The English had the
    yawl, and the launch had been driven away. The spare spars were swept
    overboard, as well as all the water-casks that had been lashed on deck. I
    might have done something with the hatches, and mizen-top-mast, possibly,
    could I have gotten the last into the water; but the expedient was so
    desperate, it did not hold out any hopes to be encouraged. Even the
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