Letter III
To Mrs. Saville, England.
July 7th, 17—.
My dear sister—I write a few lines in , to say that I am safe, and well advanced on my . This letter will reach England by a merchantman now on its homeward from Archangel; more fortunate than I, who may not see my native land, perhaps, for many years. I am, however, in good spirits: my men are bold, and apparently firm of purpose; nor do the floating sheets of ice that continually pass us, indicating the dangers of the region towards which we are advancing, appear to them. We have already reached a very high ; but it is the height of summer, and although not so warm as in England, the southern , which blow us speedily towards those shores which I so desire to , breathe a degree of warmth which I had not expected.
No incidents have befallen us that would make a figure in a letter. One or two stiff gales, and the springing of a leak, are accidents which experienced navigators remember to record; and I shall be well content if nothing worse happen to us during our voyage.
, my dear Margaret. Be assured, that for my own sake, as well as yours, I will not rashly encounter danger. I will be cool, persevering, and prudent.
But success shall crown my endeavours. Wherefore not? Thus far I have gone, tracing a secure way over the pathless seas: the very stars themselves being witnesses and testimonies of my triumph. Why not still proceed over the untamed yet obedient element? What can stop the determined heart and resolved will of man?
My swelling heart involuntarily pours itself out thus. But I must finish. Heaven bless my beloved sister!
Most affectionately yours,
R. W.