e till her
brother came home; soon after Mr. Fursdon returned, and brought with him
one Mr. Land, of Silverton: he was very much surprised to see him, and
treated him very generously, making him a very handsome present, as did
also Mr. Land. He abode there that night, went a hunting with Mr.
Fursdon the next day, and likewise to see Mr. Bampfylde Rode, at Stoke,
who would not believe Mr. Carew had been in America; he treated him
handsomely, and made him a present at his departure. He came next into
Exeter, the place he had sailed from to Maryland, and going into St.
Peter's church-yard, saw Sir Henry Northcote, Dr. Andrews, and two other
gentlemen, who were walking there; he accosted them with a God bless you,
Sir Harry, Dr. Andrews, and the rest of the company. Sir Harry, staring
very wistfully at him, cried, are you flesh and blood? why you can never
have been in America? Dr. Andrews then asked if it was Carew; and the
report being spread that he was in Exeter, it drew a number of spectators
to see him; and amongst the rest merchant Davy himself, who asked him, in
a very great hurry, if the ship was cast away. No, no, said he, I have
been in America, have had the honour of seeing your factor, Mr. Mean, and
saw Griffiths sold for a thousand weight of tobacco: did I not tell you
that I would be at home before Captain Froade? He then gave an account
of several particulars, which convinced the gentlemen he had really been
in America. Mr. Davy asked him, if he had been sold before he ran away;
and he replying he had not, the merchant told him jeeringly, that he was
his servant still, that he should charge him five pounds for his passage,
and five pounds for costs and charges, besides Captain Froade's bill. He
next inquired where he had left Captain Froade. Mr. Carew told him he
had left him in Miles's river. The gentlemen then gave him money, as did
likewise merchant Davy.

Two months after this came home Captain Froade, laden with tobacco. As
soon as he came to an anchor, several gentlemen of Exeter went on board,
and inquired what passage, and where he left Mr. Carew? Damn him,
replied the captain, you will never see him again: he ran away, was
taken, put into New Town gaol, brought back again, and whipped, had a
pot-hook put upon him, ran away with it on his neck, and has never been
heard of since; so that, without doubt, he must either be killed by some
wild beast, or drowned in some river. At this the gent