1 As I was occupied in fixing the boat and arranging the sails, several people crowded towards the spot.
2 The scene was perfectly solitary; a few boats were returning towards land, but I sailed away from them.
3 We took our passage on board a vessel bound for Havre-de-Grace and sailed with a fair wind from the Irish shores.
4 As I was in a state of extreme debility, I resolved to sail directly towards the town, as a place where I could most easily procure nourishment.
5 Between two and three in the morning the moon rose; and I then, putting my basket aboard a little skiff, sailed out about four miles from the shore.
6 The winter has been dreadfully severe, but the spring promises well, and it is considered as a remarkably early season, so that perhaps I may sail sooner than I expected.
7 Sometimes, with my sails set, I was carried by the wind; and sometimes, after rowing into the middle of the lake, I left the boat to pursue its own course and gave way to my own miserable reflections.
8 At one time the moon, which had before been clear, was suddenly overspread by a thick cloud, and I took advantage of the moment of darkness and cast my basket into the sea; I listened to the gurgling sound as it sank and then sailed away from the spot.
9 A few days after, the Turk entered his daughter's apartment and told her hastily that he had reason to believe that his residence at Leghorn had been divulged and that he should speedily be delivered up to the French government; he had consequently hired a vessel to convey him to Constantinople, for which city he should sail in a few hours.