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Being brought into the presence of the forty\r\nprisoners, where they lay in litters of mouldy straw, strewn with\r\ngnawed bones, as in a kennel, he recognized among them one Singles, now\r\nSergeant Singles, the man who, upon our hero’s return home from his\r\nlast Cape Horn voyage, he had found wedded to his mountain Jenny.\r\nInstantly a rush of emotions filled him. Not as when Damon found\r\nPythias. But far stranger, because very different. For not only had\r\nthis Singles been an alien to Israel (so far as actual intercourse\r\nwent), but impelled to it by instinct, Israel had all but detested him,\r\nas a successful, and perhaps insidious rival. Nor was it altogether\r\nunlikely that Singles had reciprocated the feeling. But now, as if the\r\nAtlantic rolled, not between two continents, but two worlds—this, and\r\nthe next—these alien souls, oblivious to hate, melted down into one.\r\n\r\nAt such a juncture, it was hard to maintain a disguise, especially when\r\nit involved the seeming rejection of advances like the Sergeant’s.\r\nStill, converting his real amazement into affected surprise, Israel, in\r\npresence of the sentries, declared to Singles that he (Singles) must\r\nlabor under some unaccountable delusion; for he (Potter) was no Yankee\r\nrebel, thank Heaven, but a true man to his king; in short, an honest\r\nEnglishman, born in Kent, and now serving his country, and doing what\r\ndamage he might to her foes, by being first captain of a carronade on\r\nboard a letter of marque, that moment in the harbor.\r\n\r\nFor a moment the captive stood astounded, but observing Israel more\r\nnarrowly, detecting his latent look, and bethinking him of the useless\r\nperil he had thoughtlessly caused to a countryman, no doubt unfortunate\r\nas himself, Singles took his cue, and pretending sullenly to apologize\r\nfor his error, put on a disappointed and crest-fallen air.\r\nNevertheless, it was not without much difficulty, and after many\r\nsupplemental scrutinies and inquisitions from a board of officers\r\nbefore whom he was subsequently brought, that our wanderer was finally\r\npermitted to quit the cliff.\r\n\r\nThis luckless adventure not only nipped in the bud a little scheme he\r\nhad been revolving, for materially befriending Ethan Allen and his\r\ncomrades, but resulted in making his further stay at Falmouth perilous\r\nin the extreme. And as if this were not enough, next day, while hanging\r\nover the side, painting the hull, in trepidation of a visit from the\r\ncastle soldiers, rumor came to the ship that the man-of-war in the\r\nhaven purposed impressing one-third of the letter of marque’s crew;\r\nthough, indeed, the latter vessel was preparing for a second cruise.\r\nBeing on board a private armed ship, Israel had little dreamed of its\r\nliability to the same governmental hardships with the meanest\r\nmerchantman. But the system of impressment is no respecter either of\r\npity or person.\r\n\r\nHis mind was soon determined. Unlike his shipmates, braving immediate\r\nand lonely hazard, rather than wait for a collective and ultimate one,\r\nhe cunningly dropped himself overboard the same night, and after the\r\nnarrowest risk from the muskets of the man-of-war’s sentries (whose\r\ngangways he had to pass), succeeded in swimming to shore, where he fell\r\nexhausted, but recovering, fled inland, doubly hunted by the thought,\r\nthat whether as an Englishman, or whether as an American, he would, if\r\ncaught, be now equally subject to enslavement.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJJRT48TB2TKJX44CVWC1","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1DKC9HHJRKY25JZBEXW","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKNJZDJHVASDDES7SGS2G","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKFKTYE5C92VY2JDVVM8Q","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:05.751Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:18.122Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}