arm with a knife, cutting it to the bone above and below. The Englisman however got the better in the fray, and gave this account of his victory to the surgeon of his ship while he was under his hands, "I got the rascal down, and knelt upon his breast with one knee, and I took a case of razors out of my pocket, and opened one of them: The Devil bid me cut his throat, but God would not let me. . . This fine anecdote was told me, many years ago, from his own knowledge, by the master of the Prince Adolphus, Lisbon packet, Mr. Fenner, a man whom I often remember as the perfect model of a good old careful seaman.
204. Cap. Thomas James, of Bristol.
I transcribe the following poems from the "Strange and dangerous Voyage" of this excellent old seaman, "in his intended discovery of the North-West passage into the South Sea, in the years 1631 and 1632." The circumstances under which
