I saw already on the deck, and from the movements of those on shore, who were hurrying to embark in their canoes, to approach the vessel, and from the women being left in charge of the canoes of those who had arrived, that some evil design was on foot, I communicated my suspicions to Mr. M’Kay, who himself spoke to the captain.  The latter affected an air of security, and said that with the firearms on board, there was no reason to fear even a greater number of Indians.  Meanwhile these gentlemen had come on deck unarmed, without even their sidearms.  The trade, nevertheless, did not advance; the Indians offered less than was asked, and pressing with their furs close to the captain, Mr. M’Kay, and Mr. Lewis, repeated the word Makoke!  Makoke! “Trade!  Trade!” I urged the gentlemen to put to sea, and the captain, at last, seeing the number of Indians increase every moment, allowed himself to be persuaded:  he ordered a part of the crew to raise the anchor, and the rest to go aloft and unfurl the sails.  At the same time he warned the natives to withdraw, as the ship was going to sea.  A fresh breeze was then springing up, and in a few moments more their prey would have escaped them; but immediately on receiving this notice, by a preconcerted signal, the Indians, with a terrific yell, drew forth the knives and war-bludgeons they had concealed in their bundles of furs, and rushed upon the crew of the ship.  Mr. Lewis was struck, and fell over a bale of blankets.  Mr. M’Kay, however, was the first victim whom they sacrificed to their fury.  Two savages, whom, from the crown of the poop, where I was seated, I had seen follow this gentleman step by step, now cast themselves upon him, and having given him a blow on the head with a potumagan (a kind of sabre which is described a little below), felled him to the deck, then took him up and flung him into the sea, where the women left in charge of the canoes, quickly finished him with their paddles.  Another set flung themselves upon the captain, who defended himself for a long time with his pocket-knife, but, overpowered by numbers, perished also under the blows of these murderers.  I next saw (and that was the last occurrence of which I was witness before quitting the ship) the sailors who were aloft, slip down by the rigging, and get below through the steerage hatchway.  They were five, I think, in number, and one of them, in descending, received a knife-stab in the back.  I then jumped overboard, to escape a similar fate to that of the captain and Mr. M’Kay:  the women in the canoes, to whom I surrendered myself as a slave, took me in, and bade me hide myself under some mats which were in the pirogues; which I did.  Soon after, I heard the discharge of firearms, immediately upon which the Indians fled from the vessel, and pulled for the shore as fast as possible, nor did they venture to go alongside the ship again the whole of that day.  The next day, haying seen four men lower a boat, and