ANOTHER THANKSGIVING DAY
GOVERNOR Winthrop gave voice to his relief and
pleasure by ordering, even before the Lyon had come to
anchor, that the fast which had been appointed for
the next Thursday should be a day of thanksgiving
instead, and so we made it, with prayers all the more
fervent because of our stomachs being well filled, and
the fear of dying by starvation being put behind us.
 The ship was loaded with such things as wheat,
peas, oatmeal, pickled beef and pork, cheese and
butter, and, with what my mother declared was of the
greatest value, lemon juice, which is said to be a remedy
for those who are suffering with scurvy.
It was not allowed that those who had money should
buy plentifully of this cargo; but it was paid for by the
town authorities, and divided equally among us all.
When the day for thanksgiving came, my mother
allowed me to have an unusually hearty breakfast, for,
she said, there was so much for which to be thankful,
and so many who would be present to give thanks, that
no one could say when we might be able to have
It was well she was thus thoughtful, for one of the
preachers who came over with us, Master Wilson,
preached, while Governor Winthrop treated us to a
lecture, and Master Phillips was so blessed with the
spirit that he prayed a full hour.
Susan and I feared we would have yet more
preaching, for on the ship Lyon had come a young man whom
my father said was gifted, and Susan's father be
lieved he would make his influence felt among us. It
was Master Roger Williams, and I am ashamed to say
that I sat in fear and trembling lest Governor Winthrop
should call upon him for a sermon, after we had
already had much the same as two but, fortunately,
 so it seemed to me, Master Williams did not raise his
voice during the service.
It was near to night before we were done with giving
thanks, and then at each home was held a feast.
During Governor Winthrop's lecture on this
thanksgiving day, he urged that all the people, children as well as
grown folks, should take this time of famine as a lesson,
reminding us that it would not be a long while before
we could hope to reap a harvest, and in the meantime
there was very much of labor to be performed.
He declared that even with the cargo of the Lyon, we
had not enough to satisfy our wants until crops could
be gathered; but it was certain other ships would come
to Boston during the summer, with more stores. Yet
 because of its being possible we might come to a time of
suffering again, so must we be careful that not the
smallest grain of wheat be wasted.