_To Mr. R―――― K――――n._
_On board the Friendship, Captain Ball,
in Five-fathom Hole, about ten miles
from Charles-Town, South-Carolina.
November 30, 1769._
_My dear Friend_,
WE have had a long, and in several respects a trying passage.
Particulars expect by the packet, which the pilot says will sail in two
or three days. This day week we first saw land; came over the bar the
28th instant, and should have been at _Charles-Town_ that evening, but
our ship was too light to obey the helm. We had the mortification of
seeing ten sailing in before us, and we ever since left in jeopardy.
Surely Satan foresees some signal good attending this voyage. In the
midst of all, blessed be GOD, we have had plenty of outward things;
and I am in better health than at the end of any voyage I have made for
some years. Mr. _Smith_ hath really behaved well, and been very handy
and attentive. The same may be said of Mr. _Winter_. We have been like
the three children in the fiery furnace. But the Son of GOD hath been,
and is (O amazing grace!) still with us. Please to remember us to all
concerned. Hoping soon to write from on shore, and most earnestly
praying, that grace, mercy and peace, may be multiplied upon you all,
I must hasten to subscribe my old but true name, “The chief of sinners,
less than the least of all saints,” but
Your affectionate, obliged friend, and
willing servant to all,
_G. W._
_Charles-Town, December 1._
BLESSED be GOD, a pilot-boat came yesterday along-side, and brought
us hither in safety to our unspeakable comfort in the evening. Our
reception as hearty or heartier than ever. Grace! grace! The ship is
not yet come up. Blessed be GOD, I am brave and well, and am to preach
this afternoon. Praise Him whose mercy endureth for ever! We have been
delivered out of great jeopardy. You will say so, when you receive
further particulars from, my dear friend,
Less than the least of all,
_G. W._