December 3, 1819 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)
3rd. Continue to sail rapidly in the latitude of the Sandwich Isles. The weather is not so warm as I supposed it would be in this region, though I am to remember that it is now the coldest season in the year. Some of the family complain of sickness today, others of extreme stupidity. For my own part I feel unusually dull. I suppose it is in part owing to the continual motion of the vessel. Why is it, that, when every thing about seems to demand the most lively exercise of all the Christian graces, the soul should become in a great measure insensible to divine things.
“Rise, rise my soul and leave the ground,
Stretch all thy thoughts abroad,
And rouse up every tuneful sound,
To praise the eternal God.” (Samuel & Nancy Ruggles)
Dec. 3. Yesterday we left the northern temperate zone, expecting never to enter it again. The weather is yet very cool and comfortable. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)
3. – The lord is giving us favorable winds & wafting us at the rate of 7 or 8 miles an hour towards the land of our destination. Bless the lord O my soul & let all that is within me bless his holy name. (Samuel Whitney Journal)