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ON that very night, however, such a tempest of wind and of rain
came upon us that I was not the only one who believed the Susan
Constant must be crushed like an eggshell under the great
mountains of water which at times rolled completely over her,
so flooding the decks that but few could venture out to do
whatsoever of work was needed to keep the ship afloat.
After this fierce tempest, when the Lord permitted that even our
pinnace should ride in safety, it was believed that we were
come near to the new world, and by day and by night the seamen
stood at the rail,
 throwing the lead every few minutes in order
to discover if we were venturing into shoal water.
Nathaniel and I used to stand by watching them, and wishing
that we might be allowed to throw the line, but never quite
getting up our courage to say so, knowing full well we should
probably make a tangle of it.