I am gone a few Days for the Air, but design
speedily to embark; and this Night I am going upon a Mansion
for a Supply; it's a stout Fortification, but what
Difficulties can't I encounter, when, dear _Jack_, you find
that Bars and Chains are but trifling Obstacles in the way of
your Friend and Servant.
JOHN SHEPPARD.
_From my Residence in Terra Australi incognito_.
_P.S._ Pray my Service to Mr. _Or---- di---- y_ and to Mr.
_App---- ee_.
On _Saturday_ the 10th of _October_, _Anthony Lamb_, and _Thomas
Sheppard_, with 95 other Felons were carried from _Newgate_ on
Shipboard, for Transportation to the Plantations; the last begg'd to
have an opportunity given him of taking his final Leave of his Brother
_John_; but this was not to be Granted, and the greatest Favour that
could be obtain'd, was that on the _Sunday_ before they had an Interview
at the _Chapel_, but at such a distance, that they neither saluted, or
shook Hands, and the Reason given for it, was that no Implements might
be convey'd to _Sheppard_ to assist him in making an Escape.
This, Caution seem'd to be absolutely necessary, for it appear'd soon
after that _Sheppard_ found Means to release himself from the Staples to
which he was Chain'd in the Castle, by unlocking a great Padlock with a
Nail, which he had pickt up on the Floor, and endeavour'd to pass up the
Chimney, but was prevented by the stout Iron Bars fix'd in his way, and
wanted nothing but the smallest File to have perfected his Liberty.
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