But the second mate and myself had previous to this opened our minds to one another, and finding we were of the same way of thinking, we became warm friends.
He was an American, a native of Boston, and he succeeded in procuring my release, and put me on as boat-steerer.
The second mate and myself finding that we should stand no chance in case of trouble, the whole crew with the exception of ourselves being Dutch, resolved to leave the ship on the first opportunity which presented itself.
We had not long to wait, for one night when we were lying to, near shore, on which a tent had been pitched, we armed ourselves with pistols and cutlasses, and taking a boat from the davits, we dropped into it quietly and went ashore, taking possession of the tent.
In the morning our absence was discovered, and a boat was sent from the ship to bring us on board, but being well armed we would not allow them to land, and they were obliged to go back. Another boat came, but we resolutely refused to go back and would not allow them to land until the captain had agreed to pay us off and give us our discharge. This, after some parleying, he consented to, and we took the ship’s boat and put out into the bay, where we boarded and joined the barque Fanny, of New Bedford.
We sailed immediately for Cape St. Lucas, California, and not meeting with any success, proceeded to the Bay of St. Josephs, where we left the ship, and after the lapse of a few years, during which time I passed through a series of adventures almost too numerous to mention, and the details of which would fill a volume, we found ourselves in Lower California about the commencement of the Mexican War.
We remained here about a year, living a wild, guerrilla life, plundering all who promised anything like booty, and never hesitating to take the lives of such as resisted us or were likely to betray us. We spared neither sex nor age. How many times, during this period, I dyed my hands in human blood, I do not know. No prayers, no entreaties moved us; it seemed as if my heart was dead to every human feeling, and was a stranger to pity and every soft emotion.
Often at midnight, when all nature slept, and none were abroad save the wild beasts and we wilder men—the former not so much to be feared as we, nor yet so cruel—for while they only sought their natural prey, in obedience to a natural instinct, we preyed upon our fellow men, in violation of every natural sentiment—I say, often at the dead hour of the night have I and my companion stealthily approached some house, previously selected for our purpose, and breaking in upon the fancied security of the inmates, killed them as they slept.
The old man, whose grey hairs glistened in the moonlight, and whose venerable presence might have touched any hearts but ours; the little children, locked in each other’s arms, dreaming of butterflies and flowers and singing birds; the young man and the just budding woman, the fond wife and the doting husband, all fell beneath my murderous hand, or were made the shrieking victims of my unholy passion first, and then slaughtered like cattle.
During this time my gains were large, but we squandered all our money in the various towns in gambling, drinking, and with prostitutes, never once feeling remorse for what we had done, but ever ready for some new deed of horror the moment the proceeds of our last crime were spent.