the glory of God, than they can have had who took possession of it.
We had contrary winds, and were eleven days on the voyage. We suffered a little from shortness of provisions, especially water, but we could not venture into any French port for a supply.
We landed on the first day of December 1685,—English or old style—at Appledore, a small town in the British Channel, below the river Taw, which goes up to Barnstaple. After paying passage money for the party I had only twenty gold pistoles left. God had not conducted us in safety to a haven there to leave us to perish with hunger. The good people of Barnstaple were full of compassion, they took us into their houses and treated us with the greatest kindness; thus God raised up for us fathers and mothers, and brothers and sisters in a strange land.
The first thing that struck me on my arrival in England was the extreme cheapness of bread. What with sea-sickness, and shortness of provisions on board ship, we had suffered a good deal, and we were very anxious for something to eat as soon as we landed.
The first act after getting out of the vessel, was to return thanks to God for his merciful goodness in having brought us safely to the shores of England; the second was to ask for bread. We were supplied with very large biscuits, such as in France would have cost twopence each, and to my surprise I was told that here they only cost one half-penny. I was doubtful of the fact, thinking I might be misled by my ignorance of the English language, so I gave a penny to a little girl and asked her to buy me some bread. She went to a baker, and sure enough, she brought me back two
