February 3, 1820 – A strong westerly wind takes us rapidly to the North. (Thaddeus Journal)
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February 3, 1820 – A strong westerly wind takes us rapidly to the North. (Thaddeus Journal)
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February 4, 1820 – Bearing North West with a fair S. West wind we continue our march towards our destination, aided by the good providence of God. (Thaddeus Journal)
Feb. 4th. I find many things in our way, bringing to mind the journey of the children of Israel in the wilderness. GOD watched over them, emphatically, by night and by day—carried them through difficulties and dangers with an outstretched arm, and when compelled, as it were, to chastise them by reason of their awful back- slidings, yet how did his infinitely compassionate mind, turn from his anger, so soon as they sought his face!
Over us too, since He called us from the bosom of our beloved country, has He, emphatically, watched, by night and by day,—in difficulties and in dangers has He taken us in the hollow of his hand, and carried us safely through; and when we have felt the rod, so light have been the strokes, and so mingled with mercies, as scarcely to allow us to say, “We are chastened.” Repeated and striking have been the instances in which he has shown himself a GOD ready to hear, even while we were yet speaking. 0, may a gracious God save us from our sins no leaa than from the outward evils which we deprecate!—ever save us from that spirit which led his chosen people, so soon after they had ’sung his praise, to forget GOD their Saviour, and wait not for his counsel’! (Sybil Bingham)
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February 5, 1820 – Last night was one of the most toilsome for the sailors that that we have had since our embarkation. The wind fair and strong and the sea exceedingly rough to day, and the waves break over deck repeatedly. But still we have great cause for thankfulness that we are wafted rapidly towards a milder climate. (Thaddeus Journal)
Feb. 5th Fresh gales and a heavy sea. Shipped great quantities of water on deck, owing to heavy head swell or large cross sea. (James Hunnewell)
5. – For 3 days past we have a continued gale, yet most of the time it has been favourable. Last night the sailors say was the worst time we have had since we left Boston. Here I lay in my little cabin as quiet as I never did at home, while the waves were rolling over my head 2 or 3 feet deep. Blessed be God whose waking eyes never slumber nor sleep. Trusting in him I will not fear, though the floods encompass me & I go down into the depth of the sea. I have never seen the waves so high as they are now. They sometimes break over the bows of the ship as high as the foreyard washing over the deck with much violence. (Samuel Whitney Journal)
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February 6, 1820 – Lat. 53° S. Lon. 78° w. – In many respects a pleasant sabbath. The Lord has greatly smiled upon us during another week, in delivering us so speedily from the Cape. Had this course of winds arisen a little sooner instead of proceeding directly on our course, we must have stood away upon the other tack, running South and East to avoid the danger of the weather inclement, but enjoyed our prayer meeting both in the morning and afternoon, and was enabled with joy to say again, “Hitherto hath the Lord helped us. He still gives us favorable winds without and a comfortable state within. – Brother and Sister Ruggles scarcely able however to attend public worship. (Thaddeus Journal)
February 6, Sabbath, Lat. 59 – off the Straits of Magellan, west of Tierra del Fuego. Last night, the winds began to blow and the seas to roll, as we had never before witnessed; so that the two conflicting powers seemed to agitate the ocean to its very foundations. Our vessel labored excessively, the seas constantly breaking over, threatened every moment to overpower her. I think I never so much realized the weakness of man, and the power of the Almighty. After all, it is said we have had an uncommon favorable time in turning the Cape, such as few experience; and we feel that we can truly say that mercy and goodness hath followed us hitherto. (Lucia Ruggles Holman)
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February 7, 1820 – Monday. – Advancing still rapidly toward the field of our trials and privations, we have today felt it to be of special importance to inquire diligently and seriously, what qualities of character are specially needful to the missionary in order to meet the trials, to endure the sufferings, and to perform the lablors of a missionary life, what are his peculiar wants; and what should be unitedly asked of God for those who are employed in propogating the gospel. We find much to humble us and bring us on our knees – much indeed to encourage us. Cheerfully have we this evening united with our brethren in America, and with the friends of Christ in different lands, in observing the Monthly Concert of prayer. God was with us. Our hearts were made to rejoice. The affectionate and parting counsels of Brothers Fisk and Parsons were communicated; the design of Christ’s kingdom and of this concert, and the promises of the gospel were contemplated, and the mercy seat approached, we believe, with great satisfaction. We have new occasion to say the missionary cause has peculiar charms for us, and cheerfully will we wear out in its service. Whether success or defeat shall be our particular lot, we are comforted with the firm belief the cause in which we are embarked and the best feelings of the church enlisted, will finally triumph, – the heathen will be converted, and to the praise of divine grace, it shall be everywhere known that there is a God in Zion who hears united prayer. (Thaddeus Journal)
Feb. 7th. After having been shut below deck eight or nine days, we have, this morn, enjoyed a little time out. You can hardly conceive how pleasant it is to us.
The cold is yet piercing, but we can step, without expecting to be drenched by an usurping wave. My system of exercise, you will perceive, has been broken in upon, but I have been able to observe my hours of study, with the exception of one day. I have been out, every morning, for a moment or two. But you would almost wonder how I could be. Still, we have, through these days, been wafted on our way with speed; a circumstance particularly noticable, as, had we not been at the Cape just when we were, but two or three days later, these very winds which now drive us so rapidly, would, in that case, have dashed up against the rude coasts, or kept us standing off to the South, we know not how long. So conspicuous are our mercies! 9 o’clock. This evening have I felt more as I used to when the subject of Missions was brought to my thoughts, than I have since I embarked. An hour or two has been spent in observance of the Monthly Concert, a little season in which I think I have felt that the advancement of Christ’s kingdom was an object which weighed down every personal consideration. There have been times within the few past years, when I have found it good to seek my closet and ask GOD to send me to the heathen:—to-night I feel that I would bless his name that He has brought me thus far on my way to them; ‘tho it be to suffer, yea, I think, to die. Gracious Saviour, thou knowest. Divine Intercessor, intercede for me as thou didst for Peter, that my faith fail not. 0, let me not, like him, deny Thee, tho the cross be in view—suffer me not in my heart, or by my life, to say, I know thee not I But, 0, if, my wicked heart should cause my feet to slide, wilt thou not turn and look upon me, till my soul, like his, melt with godly contrition! (Sybil Bingham)
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