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Savannah
Towards Liverpool

even giving these their repose, our [saw?]
was greeted with the shrill cry "all hands
to shorten sail", and our place was
aloft amid the darkness, the storm and
cold. Soon our canvas is reduced, but
for hours we must face the storm blast
which is growing fiercer each hour + listen
to the alarm bell which coupled with
the fierce blast + the constant rolling
of the ship as she rises upon the crest
of the huge waves + plunges in the
depths, makes the day indeed gloomy.
And while we are thus at our stations, with
little of cheer or comfort, where are our
loved ones. Perhaps the dawn of day comes
with thick clouds + piercing winds, but
thanks God they are sheltered around the
fireside. As the day advances the [sacred?]
chimes are heard, + they may listen to words
of truth + hope from the book of life. May
the Father of [Mincers?] bless them today and
if their thoughts should wander away