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Day 021 – November 12, 1819

November 12, 1819 – Hitherto our passage has been rough while transversing half the width of the boistrous Atlantic. (In consequence of high winds and tumultuous waves, we have not been allowed to assemble for public worship today.)
Lat. 37. 12. Lon. 36. (Thaddeus Journal)

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Day 022 – November 13, 1819

November 13, 1819 – Strong gales and slow progress, but returning health demands our gratitude.
Lat. 37. 19. (Thaddeus Journal)

Nov. 13th. It is three weeks to-day since we came on board. Most of us have the principal part of the time, been confined by sea-sickness. Mr. W. and the native youth experienced but a slight touch of that dreadful disorder. Those who were severely attacked were unable to help themselves; and it seemed providential, that some were so well as to be able to wait upon the rest. We are subject to many inconveniences; but as yet we have been pretty comfortable. The Capt. and officers have been kind to us in our sickness, for which I hope we feel grateful. Our temporal comforts far exceed my expectations. We enjoy many mercies in the midst of privations; but still, our present situation is much unlike that happy dwelling where I have spent the days of childhood and youth. O that you could duly estimate, then would you more highly prize your distinguished blessings and privileges. We have just passed the vessel, which we have every reason and to think is bound to America. We did not speak with her, as there was no probability of getting to her on account of the roughness of the sea. It would be very pleasant to send you some communication, as well as two receive some intelligence from you, but of such a gratification I must at present be denied. (Mercy Partridge Whitney Journal)

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Day 023 – November 14, 1819

November 14, 1819 – Sabbath. – Bro. R. continues sick. Weather too rough to assemble for public worship. (Thaddeus Journal)

Nov. 14th. Weather too rough for public worship this Sabbath. (James Hunnewell)

Nov. 14th. Not permitted to assemble today for public worship. The winds high—the sea extremely rough so that we could not be on deck. Our way is boisterous. These words have been much in mind, “His way was much darker and rougher than mine—Did Jesus thus suffer—And shall I repine?” (Sybil Bingham)

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Day 024 – November 15, 1819

November 15, 1819 – no entry (Thaddeus Journal)

15th, strong gales. (James Hunnewell)

“Saturday Morning, 15th day after sailing: My Dear Brothers: We weighed anchor soon after you left us. A gentle gale wafted us about 10 miles that day, when we had a calm which detained us till the next morning. A kind providence seemed to order it for the best however, for, in the course of the evening, it was ascertained that our soft bread and crackers and all the ardent spirits were left behind. Consequently, a boat was sent off for Boston that night, which did not return until the next day towards night. A fine breeze blew up which took us off at the rate of 8 miles an hour. Our seasickness came on, and before morning every passenger, except the 4 native youths were broadside. I need not attempt to describe the horrors of seasickness, for I believe it is well understood by most of you. However, to make the best of us, we were a pitiable company. I think here was an exception to the saying that misery loves company, for I believe the miseries of one was no consolation to those of another.
Could the transactions of the first week have been penned, I am sure, while they would have called forth sensations of pity from your heart, would at the same time afford merriment. Sorrow and despondency were depicted on every countenance, while scarcely a look of love or complacency was discernable one towards the other.
To multiply our sorrows we were visited with unfavorable winds. high seas, and heavy gales, the three first weeks of our voyage. It will be 4 weeks tomorrow since we embarked, and we are now in Lat. 33, 20. Eleven days calm.” (Lucia Ruggles Holman)

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