cruelty, declaring that they had no right to compel Adams to work on a market-day.  The next day Hameda’s mother, named Moghtari, came to him, and asked him how he dared to lift his hand against a Moor?  To which Adams, driven to desperation by the ill treatment he had received, replied, that he would even take his life, if it were in his power.  Moghtari then said, that unless he would kiss Hameda’s hands and feet, he should be put in irons, which he peremptorily refused to do.  Soon after.  Hameda’s father came to Adams, and told him, that unless he did kiss his son’s feet and hands, he must be put in irons.  Adams then stated to him, that he could not submit to do so; that it was contrary to his religion to kiss the hands and feet of any person; that in his own country he had never been required to do it; and that, whatever might be the consequence, he would not do it.  Finding he would not submit, the old man ordered that he should be put in irons, and accordingly they fastened his feet together with iron chains, and did the same by his hands.  After he had remained in this state about ten days, Moghtari came to him again, urging him to do as required, and declaring that, if he did not, he should never see the Christian country again.  Adams, however, persevered in turning a deaf ear to her entreaties and threats.  Some time afterwards, finding that confinement was destructive of his health, Hameda came to him, and took the irons from his hands.  The following three weeks, he remained with the irons on his legs, during which time, repeated and pressing entreaties, and the most dreadful threats were used to induce him to submit; but all to no purpose.  He was also frequently advised by the mate and the other Christians, who used to be sent to him, for the purpose of persuading him to submit, as he must otherwise inevitably lose his life.  At length, finding that neither threats nor entreaties would avail, and Adams having remained in irons from June to the beginning of August, and his sufferings having reduced him almost to a skeleton, his master was advised to sell him; for, if longer confined, he would certainly die, and thereby prove a total loss.  Influenced by this consideration, his master at last determined to release him from his confinement; but, although very weak, the moment he was liberated, he was set to gathering in the corn.

About a week afterwards, Dolbie, the mate, fell sick.  Adams had called to see him, when Dolbie’s master, named Brahim, a son of the sheik, ordered him to get up and go to work, and upon Dolbie declaring that he was unable, Brahim beat him with a stick, to compel him to go; but as he still did not obey, Brahim threatened that he would kill him; and upon Dolbie’s replying, that he had better do so at once than kill him by inches, Brahim stabbed him in the side with his dagger, and he died in a few minutes.  As soon as he was dead, he was taken by some slaves a short distance from the town, where a hole was dug, into which he was thrown without ceremony.  As the grave was not deep, and as it frequently happened that corpses after burial were dug out of the ground by the foxes, Adams and his two surviving companions went the next day and covered the grave with stones.