'78 THE LIFE or

continue rowing. Now and then a little land-breeze
would help us along slowly, without rowing. At last
we were obliged to give up rowing, as the oars were
dragging in the water. I steered the boat as well as I
could. We labored hard to keep awake. I thought of
the tea; Ichewed a mouthful of it and swallowed
the juice; but in a few minutes I suffered so much

from a griping pain that I was alarmed. Oh Iwas
miserable, sick, and hungry. I could not wake any of the

company ; and when my pain ceased, I could scarcely
keep myself awake. I now steered for the shore;
it was about twelve o’clock. I threw my blanket
around me, and left all hands sleeping in the boat.
I threw up a little bank of sand for a pillow, and the
soft wet sand was my bed. I was soon in the land of
Nod.

Sabbath morning came. I had dreamed that we
were just about sitting down to a warm breakfast, when
Peter Marksman woke me, and said, “ George, come,

get up, blac/gfust” (breakfast, he meant, he could speak
but little English.) If it had not been the Sabbath, I

might have been induced to retaliate. It was, indeed,
a blac/gfast, dark enough ; nothing to eat, and only tea
to drink for breakfast, dinner and supper! and yet,
only about fifteen miles from La Pointe; indeed, we
could see the place ; and had it not been that it was the
Sabbath, feeble as we were, we would have proceeded.
Here, then, we spent the Sabbath. I walked into the
woods, and all that I could think of while reading my
Bible, was home. I looked towards home, and wept at
the thought of it. I said to myself, 0 my father, if you