January 29, 1820 - Soon after the last evening sacrifice, and at the very hour of prayer among our friends in our native land, the arm of the Lord was stretched forth for our help, and the winds began to blow favorably. This morning we find with no small satisfaction, our loss speedily and entirely regained. The unexpected appearance of the Cape cheers every heart and calls forth our praise and gratitude to him "whom winds and seas obey."
(12 o'clock) While looking out for the Island south of C. Horn, a sail heaves in sight, tossing like ourselves upon a rough sea, but on a different course, sometimes full in view, and sometimes entirely below the waves. We trust she is American and most gladly would we send communications to our friends if possible. (3 o'clock P.M.) The sail discovered passed rapidly a few miles to the Southeast of us, and is out of sight, on her way doubtless to our native shores, where our friends and helpers dwell, and we hasten our march upon the mountain wave towards a foreign land. The Brig sails nobly in these seas. It was remarked by one of the mates, that no vessel was ever in better trim for passing the cape.