Diary in America, Series One

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Фредерик Марриет. Diary in America, Series One

Introduction

Volume One—Chapter One

Volume One—Chapter Two

Volume One—Chapter Three

Volume One—Chapter Four

Volume One—Chapter Five

Volume One—Chapter Six

Volume One—Chapter Eight

Volume One—Chapter Nine

Volume One—Chapter Ten

Volume One—Chapter Eleven

Volume One—Chapter Twelve

Volume One—Chapter Thirteen

Volume One—Chapter Fourteen

Volume One—Chapter Fifteen

Volume One—Chapter Sixteen

Volume One—Chapter Seventeen

Volume One—Chapter Eighteen

Volume One—Chapter Nineteen

Volume One—Chapter Twenty

Volume One—Chapter Twenty One

Volume One—Chapter Twenty Two

Volume Two—Chapter One

Volume Two—Chapter Two

Volume Two—Chapter Three

Volume Two—Chapter Four

Volume Two—Chapter Five

Volume Two—Chapter Six

Volume Two—Chapter Seven

Volume Two—Chapter Eight

Volume Two—Chapter Nine

Volume Two—Chapter Ten

Volume Two—Chapter Eleven

Volume Two—Chapter Twelve

Volume Two—Chapter Thirteen

Volume Two—Chapter Fourteen

Volume Three—Chapter One

Volume Three—Chapter Two

Volume Three—Chapter Three

Volume Three—Chapter Four

Volume Three—Chapter Five

Volume Three—Chapter Six

Volume Three—Chapter Seven

Volume Three—Chapter Eight

Volume Three—Chapter Nine

Volume Three—Chapter Ten

Volume Three—Chapter Eleven

Volume Three—Chapter Twelve

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I like to begin at the beginning; it’s a good old fashion, not sufficiently adhered to in these modern times. I recollect a young gentleman who said he was thinking of going to America; on my asking him, “how he intended to go?” he replied, “I don’t exactly know; but I think I shall take the fast coach.” I wished him a safe passage, and said, “I was afraid he would find it very dusty.” As I could not find the office to book myself by this young gentleman’s conveyance, I walked down to St. Katherine’s Docks; went on board a packet; was shewn into a superb cabin, fitted up with bird’s-eye maple, mahogany, and looking-glasses, and communicating with certain small cabins, where there was a sleeping berth for each passenger, about as big as that allowed to a pointer in a dog-kennel. I thought that there was more finery than comfort; but it ended in my promising the captain to meet him at Portsmouth. He was to sail from London on the 1st of April, and I did not choose to sail on that day—it was ominous; so I embarked at Portsmouth on the 3rd. It is not my intention to give a description of crossing the Atlantic; but as the reader may be disappointed if I do not tell him how I got over, I shall first inform him that we were thirty-eight in the cabin, and 160 men, women, and children, literally stowed in bulk in the steerage. I shall describe what took place from the time I first went up the side at Spithead, until the ship was under weigh, and then make a very short passage of it.

At 9:30 a.m.—Embarked on board the good ship Quebec; and a good ship she proved to be, repeatedly going nine and a-half knots on a bowling, sails lifting. Captain H— quite delighted to see me—all captains of packets are to see passengers: I believed him when he said so.

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“I should make a better sailor’s wife, I expect, Captain H—.”

“Excellent! Allow me to hand you aft; you’ll excuse me.—Forward now, my men; heave away!”

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