On the 6th of December the shallop was again sent out, with ten of their principal men, to sail round the bay and discover, if possible, a better place for a settlement. “The weather was still intensely cold, and the spray of the sea froze on them till their clothes looked as if they were glazed, and felt like coats of iron.” Reaching the bottom of the bay, they saw at night the smoke of Indian fires at four or five miles distance. The next day some of their number landed, travelled along the shore, and again found graves and deserted wigwams, but neither saw any natives nor yet any place that they liked. The next morning they rose betimes, and their prayers being ended, day dawning and the tide high, they heard “a great and strange cry,” the Indian war-whoop, which was followed by a flight of arrows; on the discharge of their muskets, however, the Indians fled, after which, returning thanks to God, they entered their shallop and pursued their course. In the afternoon a fearful tempest overtook them, which increased as the day wore on, and their pilot having mistaken his course, “they were nearly cast away, when the providence of God showed a fair sound before them, and though it was very dark and rained hard, they lay to, part went on shore, spite of danger from the savages, and after much difficulty kindled a fire.” As the morning dawned, the place was found to be a small secure island. “And this being the last day of the week, they here dried their stuff, fixed their pieces, rested, and returned thanks to God for their many deliverances; and on the following day kept here their Christian sabbath.”