IX.] CORN IS APPLICABLE. 



my mind made its first march, in this affair, on 

 board of a little ship, called the Mary, going 

 from Havre de Grace to .New York, in the 

 year 1792 (Good God I have I been writing ever 

 since that time 1) ; during which voyage, which 

 lasted five or six and forty days, part of Septem- 

 ber, the whole of October, and part of Novem- 

 ber, the " Good Sloop Mary," burthen ninety 

 tons, or thereabouts, was tossed about upon the 

 ocean, like a cork. All the fowls were dead, in 

 somewhat the way of Tolgol's sheep. It could 

 not be called natural death, indeed, for they were 

 washed to death by the spray and the waves. 

 But, at any rate, they almost all fell to the lot of 

 the sailors. The turkeys did not last a week ; 

 the geese got very poor, in spite of Corn ; 

 we had no pigs ; and some Rouen ducks were 

 the only things that gave us any fresh meat at all 

 during this long and most stormy voyage. There 

 was a Frenchman on board, named Lachaine, 

 who, together with me and my wife, formed 

 the passengers. The Captain, who . was a 

 Yankee, and whose name was Grinnell, and 

 who was a most clever, cheerful, and obliging 

 fellow, resorted to all the resources within his 

 reach to furnish us with something that we could 

 eat ; and especially my wife, who, from her 

 peculiar situation, required something other than 

 mere pork and biscuit. One day, he said, " I 



