History of Marshfield. 237

[Thanks to Linda Smith for transcribing this chapter]

Perceiving me motion, the surgeon came to me and washed off the blood.   I bled profusely, the surgeon thought two gallons.   I was placed in my berth.   By this time the enemy's ship had sunk.   My brother, the first lieutenant, said to me that such was the pride of the enemy, when on the brink of a watery grave, they fought like demons, preferring death with the rest of their comrades, rather than captivity, and that it was with much difficulty that many of them were forced into our boats, several even made the attempt to jump overboard."
   "We sailed for the coast of Nova Scotia.   After cruising a week we discovered a large ship steering for us.   We saw she was a large English frigate.   The frigate made for us fast.   When she came up near to us, we fired four stern chasers, and kept firing, the ship in chase.   When she got near our stern, she luffed and gave us a broadside.   It did no other damage save one shot lodging in the mainmast, and cutting away some rigging.   By this time we gained ahead of her.   We made a running fire till dark, the enemy choosing not to come alongside.   At eight in the evening she left and hauled her wind to the southward, we to the north.   The following morning she was seen in the distance, sailing on her course."
   "After arriving at port at five in the afternoon, we discovered a large, black snake coming down from out the bushes abreast the ship.   He took to the water and swam by us.   We judged him to be forty feet long and his middle the size of a man's body.   He carried his head fourteen feet above water.   We manned a barge and went in chase of him.   When fired at, he would dive like a sea fowl.   They chased him a mile and a half, firing continually.   The snake landed at Lowd's Island and disappeared in the woods."
   Captain Little returned to his home in Marshfield and soon after re-engaged on the same ship, passing through

 

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