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 yards long, which we supposed to be brought from the low meadows by the tide.1 Now what, with fine woods and green trees by land, and these yellow flowers painting the sea, made us all desirous to see our new paradise of New England, whence we saw such forerunning signal2 of fertility afar off. Coming near the harbor towards night, we tacked about for sea-room. Saturday a foggy morning, but, after eight o'clock in the morning, very clear. The wind being somewhat contrary at south and by west, we tacked to and again with getting little, but with much ado. About four o'clock in the afternoon, having with much pain compassed the harbor, and being ready to enter the same, (see how things may suddenly change!) there came a fearful gust of wind and rain, and thunder and lightning, whereby we were borne with no little terror and trouble to our mariners, having very much ado to loose down the sails when the fury of the storm struck us. But, God be praised! it lasted but a while, and soon abated again. And hereby the Lord showed us what he could have done with us, if it had pleased him. But, blessed be God! he soon removed this storm, and it was a fair and sweet evening. We had a westerly wind, which brought us, between five and six o'clock, to a fine and sweet harbor3 seven miles from the head-point of Cape Ann. This harbor twenty ships may easily ride therein; where there was an island,4 whither four of our men with a boat went,
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