The Adventures of Christopher Hawkins

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Privately Printed, 1864 - United States - 316 pages
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Page 258 - For the whole ship, from the keel to the tafterel, was equally affected, and contained pestilence sufficient to desolate a world — disease and death were wrought into her very timbers At the time I left, it is to be presumed a more filthy, contagious, and deadly abode for human beings, never existed among a christianized people.
Page 239 - Hunger and thirst to work our woe combine, And mouldy bread, and flesh of rotten swine, The mangled carcase, and the batter'd brain, The doctor's poison, and the captain's cane, The soldier's musquet, and the steward's debt, The evening shackle, and the noon-day threat.
Page 275 - ... the east side of the Wallabout. Thus did Death reign here, from 1776 until the peace. The whole Wallabout was a sickly place during the war. The atmosphere seemed to be charged with foul air from the prison ships, and with the effluvia of the dead bodies washed out of their graves by the tides.
Page 256 - I sometimes found the man a corpse in the morning, by whose side I laid myself down at night. At another time he would become deranged, and attempt in darkness to rise, and stumble over the bodies that every where covered the deck.
Page 218 - The quantity and quality of our fare was the same for all. The only distinction known among us was made by the prisoners themselves, which was shown in allowing those who had been officers previous to their capture, to congregate in the extreme after-part of the ship, and to keep it exclusively to themselves as their places of abode. The various messes of the prisoners were numbered ; and nine in the morning was the hour when the steward would deliver from the window in his room, at the after-part...
Page 276 - In the name of the Spirits of the Departed Free — Sacred to the Memory of that portion of American Seamen, Soldiers, and Citizens who perished on board the Prison-ships of the British at the Wallabout during the Revolution.
Page 240 - See, captain, see! what rotten bones we pick, '' What kills the healthy cannot cure the sick: " Not dogs on such by Christian men are fed, "And see, good master, see, what lousy bread!
Page 256 - When I first became an inmate of this abode of suffering, despair, and death, there were about four hundred prisoners on board, but in a short time they amounted to twelve hundred. And in proportion to our numbers the mortality increased. All the most deadly diseases were pressed into the service of the king of terrors, but his prime ministers were dysentery, small-pox, and yellow fever.
Page 225 - Down, rebels, down," and we were hurried below, the hatchways fastened over us, and we were left to pass the night amid the accumulated horrors of sighs and groans, of foul vapor, a nauseous and putrid atmosphere, in a stifled and almost suffocating heat. The tiers of holes through the sides of the ship were strongly grated, but not provided with glass; and it was considered a privilege to sleep near one of these apertures in hot weather for the pure air that passed in at them. But little sleep,...

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