No birds. A booby is a great catch, and a good
large one makes a small dinner for the fifteen of us--that is, of
course, as dinners go in the 'Hornet's' long-boat. Tried this
morning to read the full service to myself, with the Communion, but
found it too much; am too weak, and get sleepy, and cannot give
strict attention; so I put off half till this afternoon. I trust
God will hear the prayers gone up for us at home to-day, and
graciously answer them by sending us succour and help in this our
season of deep distress.
The next day was 'a good day for seeing a ship.' But none was seen. The
diarist 'still feels pretty well,' though very weak; his brother Henry
'bears up and keeps his strength the best of any on board.' 'I do not
feel despondent at all, for I fully trust that the Almighty will hear our
and the home prayers, and He who suffers not a sparrow to fall sees and
cares for us, His creatures.'
Considering the situation and circumstances, the record for next day,
May 29, is one which has a surprise in it for those dull people who think
that nothing but medicines and doctors can cure the sick.
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