ON BOARD SHIP
BECAUSE of my going on board ship within four and
twenty hours after my father had decided to make a
home on the land which the king had given William
 Penn, I did not have the disagreeable opportunity of
raising dismal forebodings regarding the long voyage
I knew nothing whatsoever of a seaman's life; but
had heard that he who goes on the ocean for the first
time must expect to be ill. There was never a thought
that the illness of the sea was a sickness that seemingly
brought one nigh unto death, but the ship was hardly
more than out of the
port, before I believed
of a verity that my last
hour was near at hand.
When it seemed to
me that I could not live
any longer, the illness
began to leave me,
and from that time
until we were come to
Penn's land, the sea,
however violent, could
not cause me uneasiness so far as concerned my stomach.
Then it was, that I began to take delight in thus
voyaging on the ocean, and again and again did I spend
a full day at a time, watching the onrush of the ship
through the curling, dizzying waves which at one
 time appeared so beautiful, and at another were so
threatening that it aroused fear in one's heart simply
to glance at them.
When I stood by the rail in the hinder part of the
ship, it was as if a big lump came into my throat on
seeing her dive into the green valleys of water, and
again rise on the foaming mountains, as if eager to
bring us speedily to our new home.
When I was not thus engaged in watching the
movements of the vessel, I listened to the conversation of my
elders, which was, as you may suppose, chiefly
concerning the land to which we were voyaging.