When I woke I was numb all over, and had to rub my dazzled eyes as the bright daylight broke in on them.
"He seems to like his quarters so well as to have no mind to turn out," said a rough voice.
"He wants assistance," said some one, in a kinder tone; and a handsome, frank-looking man laid hold of my arm, and helped me to rise.

Above me were the sails and cordage of a ship; all around me the sparkling blue waves, leaping in freedom.

I clasped my hands, and raised them to heaven.
"You do well to give thanks where thanks are due," said the mate.

"Now come into the cabin." Seeing me stagger, he took me by the arm, and kindly assisted me into the presence of the captain, saying, "Here is one of the noble army of martyrs." The captain gave me a most kind reception, made me dine with him, and asked me a great many questions.

He then told me many moving stories of other Huguenots who had escaped or tried to escape to England; and he related such instances of the kindness of the English to the fugitives that my heart warmed towards them with gratitude and hope.
After this I suffered much from seasickness, and lay two or three days in my cot, where we were buffeted of the winds, and tossed.