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Coming to Michigan
On through the foaming billows we dashed, into the gloomy, turbulent waters of the lake, at last being hurled into the bed of fury, where we thought that surely we would be lost. But I had company in that melancholy hour. The men, becoming exhausted, at last sank down into the boat, while the women wept and prayed for Divine assistance, imploring the Ruler of all storms to quiet the angry waters. It was but a short time, however, before we began to feel the storm subsiding, and it soon passed over. At eleven o'clock at night we arrived at Dunkirk, where we had to stop for repairs, as the boat was very badly broken, having, at the time we reached port, only one paddle on the wheels.
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