NOW even though Nathaniel Peacock and I had known more of
suffering and of sorrow, than of pleasure, in Jamestown, our
hearts were sore at leaving it.
It seemed to me as if we were running contrary to that which
my master would have commanded, and there were tears in my
eyes, of which I was not ashamed, when Nathaniel and I, hand
in hand, followed Master Hunt out of the house we had helped
Those who had come from the shipwreck amid the Bermudas, were
rejoicing because they had failed to
 arrive in time to share
with us the starvation and the sickness, therefore to them
this turning back upon the enterprise was but a piece of good
fortune. Yet were they silent and sad, understanding our sorrow.
It was the eighth day of June, in the year 1610, when we set
sail from Jamestown, believing we were done with the new world
forever, and yet within less than three hours was all our grief
changed to rejoicing, all our sorrow to thankfulness.