January 10, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

10th. As Mr. Ruggles has mentioned the particulars of our trials during the long and tempestuous gale, which we have recently experienced,’ I shall only add my desire to unite with him in requesting our American friends to bless the Lord in our behalf for his perserving mercy. I did not venture on deck myself until the storm abated, but when I did, it seemed indeed as if the foundations of the great deep were broken up; while peace and serenity prevaded every countenance. –
“The storm is laid the winds retire Obedient to thy will;
The sea that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.” (Nancy Ruggles)

10th. Three large ships seen yesterday and one this morning supposed, to be the S. sea whalers. We hope to be in sight of the Falkland in 3 or 4 days. We long to get into the Pacific ocean. Capt. B. says we cannot expect, rougher weather in doubling the cape than we have already had. (Samuel Ruggles)

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While the missionaries and the crew of the Thaddeus did not know it at the time, this marks the midway point of the voyage of the Thaddeus (in time).

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January 11, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Jan. 11th. What can I say to my sisters, this morning? I can tell them, could the eye glance across the great waters and catch the little bark, ascending and descending the mountainous waves, which contains their dear sister, their hands would be involuntarily extended for her relief, and their cry would be save her! The sea runs very high, while the wind roars through the naked riggings as you may have heard it, in a November’s day, through the leafless trees of a majestic forest. The dashing of the waves on deck, the frequent fall of something below, the violent motion of the vessel, going up and then down, would seem to conspire to terrify and distress; yet I feel my mind calm as if by a winter’s fire in my own happy land. Is it not of the mercy of GOD? I feel it is. But, 0, the poor returns I make! We are approaching Cape Horn. What terrific scenes await us there, we know not. Sufficient for us, our Pilot is divinely wise, divinely good. Sabbath was a peaceful day. me angry ocean, these many days enraged, seemed to regard its sacred hours. I think it was a day of more than usual enjoyment in my own mind. Brother T— preached from these words, “Other sheep have I which are not, etc.” We have no appearance of a revival at Sea. How does the Holy Spirit dispense his favors as he will, but, 0, to stand in a waiting posture! (Sybil Bingham)

Jan. 11. – We are now experiencing another gale equal in violence to the one on the 7th. Surely there is a meaning in all this. I fear we are not prepared for the work of evangelizing the heathen. Stay thine hand O God we beseech thee: say unto the elements it is enough. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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January 12, 1820 – no entry. (Thaddeus Journal)

Jan. 12th. We were called on deck to look at something new to us among the numberless works of the great Creator. A whale had made its appearance, lying along side of the vessel. It sported about in the water, one side and the other, presenting, at short intervals, its huge back upon the surface, for a considerable time. We were as much amused as children, while it spoke that entreating hand, By whom supported still, we stand.” The commotion of the sea is a little subsided, tho’ yet very rough, and the wind piercing. (Sybil Bingham)

“Cold, stormy day, off the coast of Patagonia, opposite Cape St. Joseph’s Lat. 42°-40”. Begin to feel the effects of C. Horn.
Cold. blustering winds and high seas which seem as if they would throw poor Thaddeus on her “beam-ends” as the sailors say. Not unfrequently a sea takes her broadside, and breaking, overflows the whole deck, sweeping all before it – and one time came well-nigh taking our Captain overboard. It might be called a hairbreadth escape. The report is “like the thundering cannon of the day of judgment.”
I sometimes feel a little afraid because there is danger of our masts being taken away- but generally feel composed, and as safe as on Terra-Firma. He “who holds the seas in his fist and taketh up the Islands as a very small thing,” can, and will surely protect all such as put their trust in him.
My health is better to-day than it has been in a month past. I am consequently very happy – I have learned 6 sentences in Owhyhee, read 2 pages in the “Materia-Medica,” written 3 pages in my journal, drank a toast with Capt. Blanchard, besides spending a half hour in idle chit-chat with Mr. Loomis about our want of room and convenient accommodations, as our neighbors have, our station being in the cabin where all the commotion and news of the day is passing. I have accomplished all this since breakfast and is the greatest day’s work done since I came on board. Dined on baked pork and beans – nothing wanting but a good appetite and a thankful heart.” (Lucia Ruggles Holman)

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January 13, 1820 – A school of whales appeared, extending along two miles, sporting and spouting and making the deep to boil like a pot. Heavy gales from the S.W. have given several of the family severe colds.
Lat. 42 (Thaddeus Journal)

13. – Yesterday the store moderated, but today we are threatened with another. This morning I was much amused by the sport of whales. After breakfast I went aloft & on looking to the windward, saw 50 or 60 of the huge creatures drawn up in a line so if for battle. They spout the water into the air several yards, which at a distance resembles smoke from a cannon. (Samuel Whitney Journal)

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