Silentium

2nd of August 1797. His Majesty ship "Providence". Boston.
Dear Prudence!
My words can't describe how heavy my burden has been during these few months. The rough
Sea has delayed our journey back for several days the storm is settling now. And the crew is
Hastingly buying and loading cargo. Unfortunately it requires my presence. so I'll I send this
Letter with the captain of the "Capricorn". The last will of my brother, William, has been a saddening
Task. To try and sell his estate and belongings. his life's toil has grieved me as the
Memories of him come vividly haunting me I miss home. The ways of the new world are not for me, and
Most of all I miss you, I could not believe such hick as I had when i first met you. My endless