"Unfortunately, while we were still at anchor, boats came from the
shore with friends of the sailors, who smuggled a lot of liquor on
board, and before the captain discovered it the whole crew was drunk.
We were wakened at an early hour next morning by the violent motion
of the ship, for there was a perfect gale blowing from the
north-west. The sea was roaring and foaming around us. The
passengers were all sick. Things grew worse and worse.
Consternation and alarm were in every face. Children were crying,
women wringing their hands, and I could see by the angry looks of the
men that they would like to have thrown me overboard. The ship had
little ballast, and it mounted the waves like a feather. Sometimes a
hard sea would break over her with a shock that would make every one
stagger. After a sleepless night, in which I received many a bruise
and uttered many a groan, the captain informed us that the squall had
carried away our mainyard and rigging, and that we were on our way
back to Bristol to refit. At one time, when the ship was on her
side, several chests, though strongly lashed to the deck, broke from
their moorings, and in their progress downwards carried destruction
to everything on which they happened to fall.
"What a sight the deck presented! Do you remember, Captain?
Clothes, spoons, shoes, hats, bottles, dishes, were strewn about in
endless confusion. The next day the captain returned with the
mainyard dragging behind his boat, but owing to a strong head wind we
could not prepare nor rig it till the following day, when all the men
on board who could get round it assisted at the work, and we were
soon speeding along at the rate of six miles an hour with a fine
favorable breeze.
"The next day we made one hundred miles in twelve hours. I cannot
describe what took place after that, for I was too ill. It was well
that I was ill, for the indignation of the men and the fury of the
women were almost unbounded as they thought of having consented to
leave their comfortable cottages to follow me to what I had
represented was a new and better country.
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