We left Calabar on Monday 19th October. The season was still good, and, had not arrangements made long previously required it, we needed not, on account of our health at least, to have removed then. But fear was already manifesting itself in our little company, and fever would probably ensue. Neither could be risked at the commencement of our enterprise. My instructions required me to return in the mission vessel to Jamaica, to meet the brethren, arrange for the future, and obtain reinforcements. The rest of the little band were to stay in Clarence, where we engaged a good house for them, till the arrival of brother Jameson in January.

After we reached Clarence, a slave, who had escaped the massacre at Duke Town, was found in the hold of the mission vessel. He had hid in the bush all Sunday, and at night succeeded in getting on board, and stowed himself away secretly, where he lay quiet three days without meat or drink. We all rejoiced in his escape, and the governor took him under his protection.

H.M.S. Hydra having anchored in the cove, Commander Young came on board, in the kindest manner, to inquire for our welfare, and the success of our mission, and to offer us any assistance in his power, that we might require. He had received instructions to that effect from the Commodore, who also acted on instructions from the Admiralty. It was pleasant, not only to acknowledge the kind inquiries, but to be able to say that we were all well, and in need of nothing.