from
shore, landing near Newcastle in Pennsylvania; the place he crossed over
being called Duck's Creek, which communicates with the great Delaware.
Mr. Carew being now got, as it were, among his countrymen again, soon
transformed himself into a quaker: pulling off the button from his hat,
and flapping it on every side, he put on as demure and precise a look, as
if his whole family had been quakers, and he had never seen any other
sort of people. Here, reader, it will be necessary to remark, that, as
our hero is no longer amongst simple honest Indians, neither polite,
lettered, nor deceitful, but among polished people, whose knowledge has
taught them to forget the ways of nature, and to act every thing in
disguise; whose hearts and tongues are as far distant asunder, as the
North from the South pole, and who daily over-reach one another in the
most common occurrences of life; we hope it will be no disgrace to our
hero if among such he appears polished as the best, and puts on a fresh
disguise as often as it suits his convenience.

The first house he went to was a barber's, of whose assistance he had
indeed need enough, not having shaved his beard since he left the ship:
here he told a moving story, saying his name was John Elworth, of
Bristol; that he had been artfully kidnapped by one Samuel Ball, of the
same place, and gone through great hardships in making his escape. The
good barber moved by his tale, willingly lent his assistance to take off
his beard; during the operation, he entered into a good deal of chat,
telling him his father was of Exeter; and, when he went away, gave him a
half-crown bill, and he recommended him to Mr. Wiggil, a quaker of the
same place. Here he told his moving story again, and got a ten-shilling
bill from Mr. Wiggil, with recommendations to the rest of the quakers of
the place, among whom he got a great deal of money. When he took his
leave, he was recommended by them to the quakers of a town called
Castile. Here he found a great deal of favour, and made the best of his
way to Brandywine-Ferry, in which is room enough to lay up the whole
royal navy of England; and from thence to Chester, so called, because the
people who first settled there came for the most part from Cheshire. It
contains above a hundred houses, and a very good road for shipping, the
Delaware, on which it stands, being about three miles over. Here are a
court-house and a prison. This place is also called Upland,