several times about 20 rods from the ship, we are
drawing near the banks of Newfoundland. Sunday

May 3, 1841 ~ Monday

3^rd Clouday we have a calm but sail abut 3 nots an
hour, in the evening a good wind N. E sail 12 nots an hour

May 4, 1841 ~ Tuesday

4^th A clear serene Mays morning the most plesent
we have had on the voyage the water almost
perfectly smooth a calm hardly air enough to move a
sail the captain sounded for bottom but could not
find it we are spending the time plesently. The Capt
took the names, ages, & occupations of each passenger
in order to make out a correct entry when he arives in
port

May 5, 1841 ~ Wednesday

5^th We have a warm plesent morning but almost a dead
calm we sail about 2 not an hour they sounded
but could not find bottom. we saw a large school
of porposes to the north of us. Elder Peter Maughan
lost a child this morning 6 weeks old, his wife died
a short time before he set sail the body of this child
was committed to a watery grave by sewing it up in
a cloth tying a stone to it & sinking it in the sea on
the banks of Newfoundland in Lat 42.25 Long 50.10
we had a vary chilly fog in the evening

May 6, 1841 ~ Thursday

6^th The wind has changed to the South West
we have a light breeze sail 8 not an hour we passed
a full rigged ship in the evening wind changed to the
N. E sail 12 not an hour. All the Saints on board are well
except Sister Richards who is still feeble we enjoy our
selves well we sing & pray with the Saints morning &
evening I never enjoyed my self better with the
Twelve than about these days union prevails among
us & we dwell together in love

May 7, 1841 ~ Friday

7^th Wind S. W. head wind it is still vary foggy we
are in Lattitude 542 Long 55 making 3 hours 28 min
from Liverpool making 945 miles still to sail to
New York 810 geographical miles. A vary hard storm
arose in the evening from the S. W. the sails were
taken in the Heavens gatherd blackness, the sea rolled
into mountains, & the Captain looked wild, in the
midst of this their was a fight between the cook &
the Irish, which was stoped by the first mate

several times about 20 rods from the ship, we are drawing near the banks of Newfoundland. Sunday

May 3, 1841 ~ Monday

3rd Clouday we have a calm but sail abut 3 nots an hour, in the evening a good wind N.E sail 12 nots an hour

May 4, 1841 ~ Tuesday

4th A clear serene Mays morning the most plesent we have had on the voyage the water almost perfectly smooth a calm hardly air enough to move a sail the captain sounded for bottom but could not find it we are spending the time plesently. The Capt took the names, ages, & occupations of each passenger in order to make out a correct entry when he arives in port

May 5, 1841 ~ Wednesday

5th We have a warm plesent morning but almost a dead calm we sail about 2 not an hour they sounded but could not find bottom. we saw a large school of porposes to the north of us. Elder Peter Maughan lost a child this morning 6 weeks old, his wife died a short time before he set sail the body of this child was committed to a watery grave by sewing it up in a cloth tying a stone to it & sinking it in the sea on the banks of Newfoundland in Lat 42.25 Long 50.10 we had a vary chilly fog in the evening

May 6, 1841 ~ Thursday

6th The wind has changed to the [FIGURE] South West we have a light breeze sail 8 not an hour we passed a full rigged ship in the evening wind changed to the N.E sail 12 not an hour. All the Saints on board are well except Sister Richards who is still feeble we enjoy our selves well we sing & pray with the Saints morning & evening I never enjoyed my self better with the Twelve than about these days union prevails among us & we dwell together in love

May 7, 1841 ~ Friday

7th Wind S.W. head wind it is still vary foggy we are in Lattitude 42 Long 55 making 3 hours 28 min from Liverpool making 945 miles still to sail to New York 810 geographical miles. A vary hard storm arose in the evening from the S.W. the sails were taken in the Heavens gatherd blackness, the sea rolled into mountains, & the Captain looked wild, in the midst of this their was a fight between the cook & the Irish, which was stoped by the first mate