our
Commodore fired for the ships to lie to until those behind should
come up. Mr. Emslie drank tea with Mr. Frost and myself. The fog
comes on very thick this evening."

"Saturday, June 21. Rose at 8 o'clock. It was so foggy we could
not see one ship belonging to the fleet. They rang their bells and
fired guns all the morning to keep company. About half after ten
the fog all went off, so that we saw the chief part of our fleet
around us. At noon the fog came on again, but we could hear their
bells all around us. This evening the Captain showed Mr. Frost and
me the map of the whole way we have come and the way we have yet
to go. He told us we are 240 miles from Nova Scotia at this time.
It is so foggy we lost all our company tonight and we are entirely
alone.

"Sunday, June 22. It is very foggy yet. No ship in sight now, nor
any bells to be heard. Towards noon we heard some guns fired from
our fleet, but could not tell where they was. The fog was so thick
we could not see ten rods, and the wind is so ahead that we have
not made ten miles since yesterday noon.

"Monday, June 23. Towards noon the fog goes off fast, and in the
afternoon we could see several of our vessels; one came close
alongside of us. Mr. Emslie says we are an hundred and forty miles
from land now. In the evening the wind becomes fair, the fog seems
to leave us and the sun looks very pleasant. Mr. Whitney and his
wife, Mr. Frost and I, have been diverting ourselves with a few
games of crib."

The passengers had now become exceedingly weary of the voyage. The
ships had lain buried in a dense fog, almost becalmed, for three days.
An epidemic of measles, too, had broken out on board the "Two
Sisters," and served to add to the anxiety and discomfort of the
mothers. But a change for the better was at hand and Mrs. Frost
continues her diary in a more cheerful strain.

"Thursday, June 26. This morning the sun appears very pleasant. We
are now nigh the banks of Cape Sable. At nine o'clock we begin to
see land. How pleased we are after being nine days out of sight of
land to see it again. There is general rejoicing. At half past six
we have twelve of our ships in sight. Our captain told me just now
we should be in the Bay of Fundy before morning. He says it is
about one day's sail after we get into the Bay to Saint John's
River. How I long to see that place though a strange land. I am
t