The trade, nevertheless, did not advance; the Indians offered less than was asked, and pressing with their furs close to the captain, Mr.M'Kay, and Mr.Lewis, repeated the word _Makoke! Makoke!_ "Trade! Trade!" I urged the gentlemen to put to sea, and the captain, at last, seeing the number of Indians increase every moment, allowed himself to be persuaded: he ordered a part of the crew to raise the anchor, and the rest to go aloft and unfurl the sails.

At the same time he warned the natives to withdraw, as the ship was going to sea.

A fresh breeze was then springing up, and in a few moments more their prey would have escaped them; but immediately on receiving this notice, by a preconcerted signal, the Indians, with a terrific yell, drew forth the knives and war-bludgeons they had concealed in their bundles of furs, and rushed upon the crew of the ship.

Mr.Lewis was struck, and fell over a bale of blankets.

Mr.M'Kay, however, was the first victim whom they sacrificed to their fury.