into the ship and wet his bed, and because he slept so
well that night, he thought the floor was good enough for him, and
continued to sleep on it.

I expect you wonder how they spent their time during the long, long
voyage to Georgia. I will tell you. They made the same strict rules for
themselves that they did at Oxford. They got up every morning at four
o'clock, and spent the time in private prayer until five o'clock. Then
they all read the Bible together until seven. After that they had
breakfast, and then public prayers for everybody on the ship who would
come. Then from nine to twelve--just your school-time, little readers,
is it not?--Mr. John studied his German; somebody else studied Greek,
another taught the children on board, and Mr. Charles wrote sermons.
Then at twelve o'clock they all met and told each other how they had
been getting along, and what they had been doing. At one o'clock they
had dinner, and after that they read or preached to those on board until
four o'clock. Then they studied and preached and prayed again until
nine, when they went to bed. Were not these strict rules? I wonder if
they ever had the headache? I am afraid we should, if we studied so hard
and so long.

Have you ever been to Liverpool, and seen one of those beautiful vessels
that go to America? They are as nice and as comfortable as the best of
your own homes, and you can get to the other side of the Atlantic in
about ten days. But at the time of which I write, more than one hundred
and fifty years ago, travelling was very different. The ships were much
smaller, and tossed about a great deal more, and the passengers had to
put up with a great many discomforts. Then again, it took weeks, instead
of days, to get across to America.

The passengers on board the "Simmonds" met with some terrible storms;
often the great waves would dash over their little ship, until it seemed
as if it must sink and never rise again.

One of these storms began on a Sunday, about twelve o'clock in the
middle of the day. The wind roared round them, and the waves, rising
like mountains, kept washing over and over the decks. Every ten minutes
came a shock against the side of the boat, that seemed as if it would
dash the planks in pieces.

During this storm as Mr. Wesley was coming out of the cabin-door, a big
wave knocked him down. There he lay stunned and bruised, until some one
came to his help. When he felt better, he went and comforted the poor