I was afterwards sent with the prisoners taken with me to an armed vessel in the river, which lay off against Quebec, under the command of Capt. M'Cloud, of the British, who treated me in a very generous and obliging manner, and according to my rank; in about twenty-four hours, I bid him farewell with regret; but my good fortune still continued. ー The name of the captain of the vessel I was put on board, was Littlejohn; who, with his officers, behaved in a polite, generous and friendly manner. I lived with them in the cabin, and fared on the best, my irons being taken off, contrary to the order he had received from the commanding officer; but Captain Littlejohn swore, that a brave man should not be used as a rascal, on board his ship.

Thus I found myself in possession of happiness once more, and the evils, I had lately suffered, gave me an uncommon relish for it. . . .

Now having enjoyed eight or nine days' happiness, from the polite and generous treatment of Capt. Littlejohn and his officers, I was obliged to bid him farewell, parting with them in as friendly a rnanner as we had lived together, which, to the best of my memory, was the eleventh of November: when a detachment of Gen. [Colonel] Arnold's little army appeared on point Levi, opposite Quebec, . . . I was then taken on board a vessel called the Adamant, together with the prisoners taken with me, and put under the power of an English merchant from London, whose name was Brooke Watson: a man of malicious and cruel disposition, and who was probably excited, in the exercise of his malevolence, by a junta of tories, who sailed with him to England; along whom were Col. Guy Johnson, Col. Closs, and their attendants and associates, to the number of about thirty.