Have you ever been to Liverpool, and seen one of those beautiful vessels that go to America? They are as nice and as comfortable as the best of your own homes, and you can get to the other side of the Atlantic in about ten days. But at the time of which I write, more than one hundred and fifty years ago, travelling was very different. The ships were much smaller, and tossed about a great deal more, and the passengers had to put up with a great many discomforts. Then again, it took weeks, instead of days, to get across to America. The passengers on board the "Simmonds" met with some terrible storms; often the great waves would dash over their little ship, until it seemed as if it must sink and never rise again. One of these storms began on a Sunday, about twelve o'clock in the middle of the day. The wind roared round them, and the waves, rising like mountains, kept washing over and over the decks. Every ten minutes came a shock against the side of the boat, that seemed as if it would dash the planks in pieces. During this storm as Mr. Wesley was coming out of the cabin-door, a big wave knocked him down. There he lay stunned and bruised, until some one came to his help. When he felt better, he went and comforted the poor English passengers, who were dreadfully afraid, and were screaming and crying in their fear. Then he went among the Germans, but they needed no comfort from him. He heard them singing as he got near, and found them calm and quiet, not the least bit frightened. "Were you not afraid?" Mr. Wesley asked them when the storm was over. "No," they answered, "we are not afraid to die." "But were not the children frightened?" he said. "No," they said again, "our children are not afraid to die either." During that terrible storm they had remembered how Jesus stilled the tempest on the Lake of Galilee, and His voice seemed to say to them now: "Peace, be still." This reminds me of a piece of poetry, which I dare say some of you have read. It is about a little girl whose father was a captain, and once when there was an awful storm, and even the captain himself was frightened: "----his little daughter Took her father by the hand, And said: 'Is not God upon the water Just the same as on the land?'" "_The Lord on high is mightier than the noise of many waters, yea, than the mighty waves of the sea:_" Psa. xciii. 4. "_He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still:_" Psa. cvii. 29. [Illustration] [Illustration] CHAPTER XI. In the Savannah river.--Landed.--A prayer meeting on the top of a hill.--German Christians.--The Indians.--Tomo Chachi and his squaw.--Their welcome to Mr. Wesley.--A jar of milk and a jar of honey.