THE REST OF THE VOYAGE
FROM that time until St. George's Day, which you
all know is the twenty-third of April, nothing happened
deserving of being set down here. Then it was,
however, that during the forenoon the captain moved our
sails so that the ship would remain idle upon the waters,
which is what sailors call "heaving to," and the
captains of the other vessels, together with Master Pynchon
and many more gentlemen, came on board for a feast.
Lady Arabella and the gentlewomen of our company
had dinner in the great cabin, while the gentlemen
partook of their good cheer in the roundhouse, as the
sailors call it, which is a sort of cabin on the
hindermost part of the quarter-deck.
By four o'clock in the afternoon the feast was at an
end; the gentlemen who had come to visit us went on
board their own ships, and again were the vessels
headed for that country of America in which we counted
to spend the remainder of our lives.
Susan and I were much together during this voyage,
 for neither of us made very friendly with the other
children, and I do not remember that anything of
import happened until we were come, so the captain said,
near to the New World.
It is not needed I should set down that again and
again were there furious storms, when it seemed
certain our ship would be sunk, for there was so much of
such disagreeable weather during the nine weeks of
voyaging, that if I were to make a record of each
unpleasant day, this diary would be filled with little else.
I have set down, however, that on the seventh day of
June, which was Monday, we had come, so Master
Winthrop said, off "the
Banks," where was good
fishing to be found; but
why this particular spot on
the ocean should be called
the Banks, neither Susan
nor I could understand.
The waves were much like
those we had seen from day
to day; but yet, in some
way, the captain knew that
we had come to the place
where it would be possible
to take fish in great numbers, and so we did.
 It is not seemly a young girl should set down the fact,
with much of satisfaction, that she enjoyed unduly the
food before her, and yet I must confess that those fish
tasted most delicious after we had been feeding upon
pickled pork, or pickled beef, with never anything
fresh to take from one's mouth the flavor of salt.
It was a feast, as Susan and I looked at the matter,
far exceeding that which we had on St. George's Day,
and surely more enjoyable to us, for what can be better
pleasing to the mouth than a slice of fresh codfish, fried
until it is so brown as to be almost beautiful, after one
has had nothing save that which is pickled?
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