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March 13, 1853

March 13th

Surely my little birdie must feel very happy. He is warbling forth such joyous delightful notes.

There is no sun for it is now raining very hard, perhaps because it is the Sabbath. After breakfast we all went on deck. It was delightful the awning up and the sun obscured with clouds. I should think I walked for an hour, Willie meantime playing and running about or having Charlie sing him songs. What imitators children are. Willie’s ambition now is to do all that Charlie does, and we in consequence have to keep a close eye on the little fellow else he would be in (to him) all sorts of danger. He wants to go up and down the ship entirely alone and seems to feel impatient of the continual watch that is absolutely necessary to keep over him.

Day before yesterday he had a little experience of its necessity. We had been in the house when Willie took a notion to go up and down the step, going from the Cabin stairs. First I held his hand but the young gentleman did not like that, so I contented myself with taking hold of his skirt as I stood below him. Soon that was vey irksome and he tried to jerk his dress away. I told him he would fall but he said no, no, no. As it was pretty smooth, I let go my hold telling him to keep tight hold of the banisters. Of course I remained close to him. In a moment for some reason he let go his hold, the ship rolled a little, Willie pitched. I caught his dress but the young gentleman lodged some step or two lower down than he has stood. He was frightened, cried some and was quite content to let Mama hold his hand.

Yesterday afternoon Willie and Mary came down from the deck and I was shocked indeed to hear Mary say that she had taken Willie out to see a pig killed. She was much surprised that I so entirely disapproved of her having done so – that no one else she knew or had lived with had ever objected to children seeing pigs, chickens or anything of the kind killed. However I told her that I did most strongly, and that she must never again let him see anything of the kind. I was vexed and pained that a pure, innocent, tender child should witness such a scene.

Williams has read aloud the morning service, also several chapters in the New Testament. St. John’s Epistles – how beautiful and full of love they are. This evening I suppose we shall spend in reading one or two of Dr. Mason’s sermons. Now I must spend awhile with friends at home – pity all the converse was on my side.

March 15, 1853

March 15th

Rather pleasant today. This evening it is again raining a little and looks as if it would a good deal. Yesterday was extremely unpleasant, raining hard all day. Poor Williams was wet through and through several times notwithstanding rain clothes. He would come into the Cabin thinking to remain awhile and change his clothes, then be called to the deck – miserable this. It is very lonely when he is on deck almost all day and I cannot join him. All I can do is to take a peep from the house as he walks backwards and forwards. For the last two days we have had a heavy head sea. It is the kind of sea I cannot get accustomed to and consequently felt sea sick. Williams laughs and calls me a great sailor, but I make no pretensions. I don’t know what is coming over me for the last two or three days. I do not feel like myself – feel dampish. I have not felt like reading but sewed, communing with my own thoughts. This has not done much good. I only wish I had a little strength of mind. Sometimes it seems as if I had none. I do not feel like writing and Williams has come down.

March 17, 1853

March 17th

Two most particularly disagreeable days have we had. I never knew so much rainy, damp weather at sea as we have lately. Yesterday it poured about all day, the decks were running with rain, and the worst of it was the water had no mind to confine itself to the deck but made a pretty good acquaintance with the Cabin, and tubs were spread out in various directions to catch the falling showers. Sometimes the skylights had to be covered with canvas, the rain being determined to find its way through. Then the gloom and darkness was most profound. We bore it for awhile but finally I ordered candles to be brought in. About half past ten it brightened up, and we hoped for pleasanter times – and Mary concluded to try ironing, as Willie’s clothes had been washed the day before and were all ready for the iron – so she commenced and was six hours doing what she said she could easily do in three, but that wretched miserable stove of ours would not heat her irons. She would have to send Noah back with the iron after it had ironed but one piece. And then our expectations for a better day were very soon blighted and rain and damp triumphed so that, notwithstanding it was a warm day, it was necessary to have a little fire in the Cabin stove to air the clothes. It was a novel sight for our Cabin. Lines stretching across with some eight dozen pieces hanging thereon, and so it was at dinnertime, teatime and all night, but I took compassion on the breakfast and cleared them all away. It is terribly rough and our ship jumps and bounds like a restive horse.

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