Journal Entry: January 2, 1842

 

Margaret and I are presently on the ship to America, and we both don’t feel that good. I’m afraid that Margaret can’t make it to America. I went to the captain of this ship and asked him how many more days would be left before we would get to America and he said that there was still about two more months till we reach America, and that is with fair weather too! The conditions on the boat are like the conditions in a factory in Ireland! The deck of the boat is filled with people and there are no beds to sleep on. I took the clothes that we had packed and made a pillow for Margaret to sleep on. I took the sheets that we had brought to cover both of us, mainly Margaret because she seems so cold. The sea is rough and the ship is carrying so much cargo that it is almost impossible to fit us all onto the vessel. Both of us constantly feel dehydrated, but we can’t drink seawater because it will dehydrate us even more. Under these conditions, I don’t think that we can survive this journey.

-Thomas