Escapes from Cayenne

18 1 refused this too. I am very grateful to Capt. Foskey, mate Tutton, and the whole crew of the hark Chevalier, for what they have done for me ; they have saved my liberty and my life ; I never will forget it. 1 shall not forget, either, the hon­ est captains, their countrymen.

I had two things to look for : the first one was to inquire if there was, in Georgetown harbor, any ship ready to sail for the United States of America, where I wished to g o ; the second was to inquire if any of my political brethren, escaped from Devil's Island, were in the country. I began with the first. I met an American captain who told me ho was to start for Balti­ more on the following day. He asked me sixty dollars for my passage. I answered it was rather dear. " That's not dear at all, sir," exclaimed the captain ; " and if 1 consent to take you for fifty, that will be very cheap indeed." " That is cheap enough for you, captain, but that is too dear for my pocket; I can not give such a price." " Well, sir, come with me ; let us see the American Consul, and I hope we will make a bargain to our mutual satisfaction.

Come."

I followed the captain.

A fine looking gentleman is the Consul of the United States in Demerara; he received me very kindly and said he SYmpathized with my misfortunes, but could do nothing to assist me. " M y Government refuses to pay the expenses incurred in helping French Republican refu­ gees to go to the States. " S e e M. Peraudeau,' the French Con­ sul " added he ; " tell him to come with you, and we will try among the merchants to do something for y o u . " I had little desire to meet the French Consul, and I tried another way. When I was in Cayenne I had been acquainted with a merchant of Demerara; I had despatched one of his ships without charging him one cent for my trouble, and I hoped a good reception ; but I was quite mistaken. The mer­ chant received me more than coolly and left me alone in his store. A t first I was astonished at his conduct, but I remem­ bered he was a Jew, and I exclaimed, laughingly: "That man belongs to a people who, in olden times, killed God's son; he has a right, in modern times, to be ungrateful and clownish —that is a progress, and a good one ; in future he will become as polished as a Russian or Turk."

1 resolved to see M. Peraudeau.

I entered a watch-maker's shop; an elderly lame man received me and said : " M y son, the Consul, the representative of the French Emperor, has not arrived y e t ; wait a moment; he will soon be here." I waited half an hour. I was thinking, and my thoughts were painful. " W h a t do you want?" said a fife-like piercing voice; " w h o