Night came--my children offered up their evening prayer, and I earnestly besought the succour of the Almighty.

I then lay down beside my babes on our raft, as conveniently as we could, and they soon slept.

The fearful thoughts of the past, and dreadful anticipations of the future, prevented me from sleeping.

My situation was indeed melancholy; but I felt, as a mother, I ought not to wish for death.
"As soon as day broke, I went close to the shore, to seek some shell-fish for our breakfast.

In crossing the sand, I nearly plunged my foot into a hole, and fancied I heard a crash.