“Tuesday, 22d August. Wind directly ahead; beating all day; thick weather and gales of wind; passengers all sick and I not altogether well.  Little progress to-day.

“Wednesday, 23d August. A very disagreeable day, boisterous, head winds and rainy.  Beating across the channel from the Irish to the Welsh coast.

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“Friday, 25th August. Dreadful still; blowing harder and harder; quite a storm and a lee shore; breakers in sight, tacked and stood over again to the Irish shore under close-reefed topsails.  At night saw Waterford light again.

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“Monday, 28th August. A fair wind springing up (ten o’clock).  Going at the rate of seven knots on our true course.  We have had just a week of the most disagreeable weather possible.  I hope this is the beginning of better winds, and that, in reasonable time, we shall see our native shore.

“Tuesday, 29th August. Still disappointed in fair winds....  Since, then, I can find nothing consoling on deck, let us see what is in the cabin.  All of us make six, four gentlemen and two ladies.  Mrs. Phillips, Mrs. Drake, Captain Chamberlain, Mr. Bancroft, Mr. Lancaster, and myself.  Our amusements are eating and drinking, sleeping and backgammon.  Seasickness we have thrown overboard, and, all things considered, we try to enjoy ourselves and sometimes succeed.

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“Thursday, 31st August. Wind as directly ahead as it can blow; squally all night and tremendous sea.  What a contrast does this voyage make with my first.  This day makes the tenth day out and we have advanced towards home about three hundred miles.  In my last voyage, on the tenth day, we had accomplished one half our voyage, sixteen hundred miles.

“Friday, 1st September. Dreadful weather; wind still ahead; foggy, rainy, and heavy swell; patience almost exhausted, but the will of Heaven be done.  If this weather is to continue I hope we shall have fortitude to bear it.  All is for the best.

“Saturday, 9th September. Nineteenth day out and not yet more than one third of our way to Boston.  Oh! when shall we end this tedious passage?

“Sunday, 10th September. Calm with dreadful sea.  Early this morning discovered a large ship to the southward, dismasted, probably in the late gale.  Discovered an unpleasant trait in our captain’s character which I shall merely allude to.  I am sorry to say he did not demonstrate that promptitude to assist a fellow creature in distress which I expected to find inherent in a seaman’s breast, and especially in an American seaman’s.  It was not till after three or four hours’ delay, and until the entreaties of his passengers and some threatening murmurs on my part of a public exposure in Boston of his conduct, that he ordered the ship to bear down upon the wreck,