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students of literature
will be found in Lewis Melville, The South Sea Bubble, Boston, 1923.
The author has also included in his volume extracts from dozens of

satires which appeared after 1720. He does not, however, mention A
Voyage to Cacklogallinia.]
[2: Pages 107 ff.]
[3: The list of "bubbles" may be found in Melville, _op. cit._, chap, iv;
Cobbett, Parliamentary History, VII, 656 ff., Somers, Tracts [ed. 1815],
XIII, 818.]
[4: Contemporary letters indicating the interest of both men and women
in speculation may be found in Historical Manuscripts Commission,
XLV, 200, and CXXV, 288, 294-95, 349-50.]
[5: I have discussed the relationship between aviation and the "new
astronomy" in several articles dealing with voyages to the moon.
Bibliography may be found in two of these, "A World in the Moon," in
Smith College Studies in Modern Languages, Vol. XVII (No. 2,
January, 1936), and "Swift's 'Flying Island' in the 'Voyage to Laputa,'"
Annals of Science, II (October, 1937), 405-31.]
[6: _Mathematicall Magick; or, The Wonders That May Be Performed
by Mechanicall Geometry_, London, 1648; in Mathematical and
Philosophical Works, London, 1802, II, 199.]
[7: _The Discovery of a World in the Moone; or, A Discourse Tending
to Prove, That 'Tis Probable There May Be Another Habitable World in
That Planet_, London, 1638.]
[8: _The Man in the Moone; or, A Discourse of a Voyage thither by D.
Gonsales_, [By F.G.], London, 1638. This has recently been
republished from the first edition by Grant McColley in Smith College
Studies in Modern Languages XIX (1937).]
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A VOYAGE TO CACKLOGALLINIA:
With a Description of the Religion, Policy, Customs and Manners, of
that Country
by
CAPTAIN SAMUEL BRUNT
London: Printed by J. WATSON in Black-Fryers, and sold by the
Booksellers of London and Westminster. 1727
[Price Sticht, Two Shillings and Sixpence.]

Nothing is more common than a Traveller's beginning the Account of
his Voyages with one of his own Family; in which, if he can't boast
Antiquity, he is sure to make it up with the Probity of his Ancestors. As
it can no way interest my Reader, I shall decline following a Method,
which I can't but think ridiculous, as unnecessary. I shall only say, that
by the Death of my Father and Mother, which happen'd while I was an
Infant, I fell to the Care of my Grandfather by my Mother, who was a
Citizen of some Note in Bristol, and at the Age of Thirteen sent me to
Sea Prentice to a Master of a Merchant-man.
My two first Voyages were to Jamaica, in which nothing remarkable
happen'd. Our third Voyage was to Guinea and _Jamaica_; we slaved,
and arrived happily at that Island; but it being Time of War, and our
Men fearing they should be press'd (for we were mann'd a-peak)
Twelve, and myself, went on Shore a little to the Eastward of Port
Morante, designing to foot it to Port Royal. We had taken no Arms,
suspecting no Danger; but I soon found we wanted Precaution: For we
were, in less than an Hour after our Landing, encompass'd by about
Forty Run-away Negroes, well arm'd, who, without a Word speaking,
pour'd in upon us a Volley of Shot, which laid Eight of our Company
dead, and wounded the rest. I was shot thro' the right Arm.
After this Discharge, they ran upon us with their Axes, and (tho' we
cried for Mercy) cruelly butcher'd my remaining four Companions.
I had shared their Fate, had not he who seemed to Head the Party,
interposed between me and the fatal Axe already lifted for my
Destruction. He seized the designed Executioner by the Arm, and said,
_No kill te Boy, me scavez him; me no have him make deady_. I knew
not to what I should attribute this Humanity, and was not less surprized
than pleas'd at my Escape.
They struck off the Heads of my Companions, which they carried with
'em to the Mountains, putting me in the Center of the Company.
I march'd very pensively, lamenting the Murder of my Ship-mates, and
often wish'd the Negro who saved me had been less charitable; for I
began to doubt I was reserved for future Tortures, and to be made a
Spectacle to their Wives and Children; when my Protector coming up
to me, said, No be sadd, Sam, _you no scavez me?_ I look'd earnestly
at the Fellow, and remember'd he was a Slave of a Planter's, a distant

Relation of mine, who had been a long while settled in the Island: He
had twice before run from his Master, and while I was at the Plantation
my first Voyage, he was brought in, and his Feet ordered to be cut off
to the Instep (a common Punishment