June 21

⁠—Very ill; frighted almost to death with the apprehensions of my sad condition⁠—to be sick, and no help. Prayed to God, for the first time since the storm off Hull, but scarce knew what I said, or why, my thoughts being all confused.

June 21 ⁠—Very ill; frighted almost to death with the apprehensions of my sad condition⁠—to be sick, and no help. Prayed to God, for the first time since the storm off Hull, but scarce knew what I said, or why, my thoughts being all confused.

June 22

⁠—A little better; but under dreadful apprehensions of sickness.