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  • THURSDAY APRIL 17th 1856

    An exceedingly hot day, the passengers had all the boxes up out of the hold for a change of clothing, a rare scene of noise and confusion, calling out the names of the owners of the boxes, the sailors swearing at the confusion and mess about the ship, men, women and children running in all directions after their boxes all over the deck, the young children in their glory pulling, hauling and tumbling over the boxes.

    Fathers swearing, mothers frightened to death that their babes will get smacked or get packed up in mistake with the clothes and set down in the hold. Single women sorting out their finery, unpacking a duck of a bonnet. In presently comes the order of the 'cord up the boxes', as a squall is coming on. Then see the confusion and fun, everybody hard at it. Packing up as fast as they can, the husband swearing, the wife scolding and screaming after their young wretch of a boy, who has bolted down the hatchway with his best Sunday toggery and is slyly putting it on over his other clothes in the berth, much to the dismay and horror of his mother, who is starting off in pursuit is looking everywhere but in the right place for the young villain.

    Then there is the shrill voice of some young girl begging of you to cord up her box, has the dear things inside, might get spoiled if should we ship a sea. A little further off is the picture of despair on the countenance of a young lady, who has unfortunately got the end of her box stove through and who is the very picture of despair, of grief, is looking at her beautiful bonnet and dress, which is entirely spoiled.


    Still hotter weather and a very large shark following in our wake at the stern of the vessel, a disturbance about pumping the water from the ship use, the Doctor stopped all the younger man's rations until they pumped they said it was not fair that they should do all the work for the married men, but did not object to pump for the women, a rare lark, the women nobly offered to go on half provisions and give us the other half, 3 cheers for the girls and one cheer with groans for the doctor and Captain.


    Very fine and hot, this is the most eventful day of the voyage. First of all, a young woman died who was only married on the day before she came on board, and who had left her home unknown to any of her friends. Next was when C. Ward was bathing on the end of a rope he let the rope slip and was plunged headlong into the sea, he being a good swimmer, he swam to the rope which hung by the ship's side and pulled himself up, alright, without being hurt.

    The next scene was the funeral of the young woman who died this morning, the scene was most impressive, to see the deck of the emigrant vessel filled with all the passengers on a beautiful moonlight night, time 1/2 past 10 at night, the silver beams of the moon reflecting its bright rays on all around, nothing to be heard but the splashing of the waves against the sides of the vessel. About the centre of the vessel stands the 1st and 3rd mate holding half over the bullwarks the lifeless body of the young creature who perished thus so early in life.

    The body is sown up in a shroud and a cannonball placed at her feet and is lying on the wood bier covered with the colours of old England. Soon after the Captain and doctor are seen issuing from the cabin door attended by the constable, carrying lamps and prayer books. Upon their arrival the passengers gather around and the doctor then commences reading the beautiful but impressive Prayer for the Dead, after it is read about half through a sudden plunge was heard and the gentle being, who but a few short weeks before was life and all joyousness, had passed away from us and gone to that bourne from whence no traveller can return.

    To be continued...
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