'I take this opportunity to write to you and inform you that I am well,
and in hopes for to find you the same. I am got on board the same
unlucky ship Done, of Nantucket. I am sorry for to say, that I have
been punished once severely, by shoving my head in the fire for other
folks. We have had bad luck, but in hopes to have better. We have
about 230 on board, but in hopes, if do n't kave good luck, that my
parents will receive me with thanks. I would like to know how my
sisters are. Does my cousins live in New York yet? Have you got my
letter? If not, inquire to Mr. Pierce Whiting's. I wish you would
write me an answer as soon as possible. I am your only son, that is so
far from your home, in the wide briny ocean. I have seen more of the
world than ever I expected, and if I ever should return home safe, I
will tell you all my troubles and hardships. Mother, I hope you do not
forget me, your dear and only son. I should like to know how Sophia,
and Betsey, and Hannah, come on. I hope you all will forgive me for
all that I have done.
'Your son, PETER VAN WAGENER.'