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280 African Memoranda. 1793. At sunset the north end of the Isle of Tamara, one of the Isles Saturday, de Loss, S.E. four leagues. Dec. 21. ° them in his cabin, drinking grog, on one side of which Mrs. Rowe was lying in a cot, not expected to live. He led the conversation towards the colony, and said that Mr. Beaver was mad and would sacrifice them all; that if we were not cut off by the natives, which he was sure we shortly should be, we never could do any thing with our small number; and that by remaining with me they were only sacrificing them selves to my obstinacy. “ Now,” said he, “ you might easily run away with his cutter, and leave him by himself, for I tell you he is a madman. You are both Americans, are you not?” “Yes.” “And you can navigate a vessel, Hayles?” “ Yes.” “ Well then, you have only to get some of his grumetas on board the cutter, and then run away with her. The grumetas you may sell to any slave ship down along the coast; you may then go to America and sell the cutter, nobody will know any thing about it, and your fortunes will be made.” These men seemed to lend such an ear to his advice, that Mrs. Rowe had given me up for lost. She endea voured by all the means in her power to make me acquainted with what was plotting against me; but Moore took care that she should not, for he would not suffer any person to go near her but himself, and though she frequently desired that a message might be sent to me, to say that she wanted to speak with me about her deceased husband’s effects, yet this was always refused, though Moore said that he would take any message which she might have to send. She asked for a scrap of paper, that she might write me a line. This also was refused, and she says that she was so closely watched, unable to move, that no person on board was permitted to go near her, that could either give her paper, or ink, or deliver a message from her to me. At the time of the above conversation Mrs. R. was so ill that it was thought im possible for her to recover, and probably they thought her insensible at the time: they however, notwithstanding, conversed in a kind of whisper. Moore never knew that she had heard a word; but that he thought it possible, is evident from his great care to prevent, on her getting a little better, any communication between her and myself. The above are, as nearly as I can relate, Mrs. Rowe’s words, after hav ing expressed her astonishment at seeing me in London, in June 1794. She is still living; and though an adherence to truth has obliged me to speak evil of her husband, yet justice requires that I should say she is as amiable as he was the reverse of it. So much for what immediately concerned me. Now for the dispatches. On my arrival "in England I was astonished to leam that the trustees had never received those sent by Moore, which he had promised me to deliver to them in person ; they contained, among other papers, copies of the above-mentioned affidavits, and a statement of