January 16, 1865

Today is the most exciting day of my life to date. This afternoon, myself and the other women of New Bedford that have agreed to this venture, set sail. I have every hope that our vessel will be sturdy, strong and with accommodations befitting the ladies that we all are. I find myself fearful that my father will flounce upon me at the last moment and forbid me; as he has threatened to do since learning of my adventure. I must simply get away from New Bedford, my father and the trollop he has chosen to take my beloved mother's place. I plan to go to the dock early enough, so if I must stowaway, I can….

January 18, 1865

I come to you my dear journal with exhausted hands. I have spent the day scrubbing and scouring our vessel. I had boarded this ship, hoping to find it worthy. I found instead the last passengers to grace it's decks, weren't even human! We have found ourselves aboard a mule boat!!! My friend and traveling companion, Candy Pruitt, was bold enough to stage a mutiny of sorts two days ago. Bravely she held the firearm to Mr. Jason Bolt…the brave man did not flinch. Candy was reduced to tears and was comforted by the youngest Bolt, Jeremy. It is decided we shall tough the course, as Seattle will have challenges, too. Still, I wonder what I have gotten myself into.

January 19, 1865

Today, I tried to strike up a conversation with the captain of our vessel, Captain Roland Clancy. He was a polite man, although I think my presence was a nuisance to him. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door of the bridge. Mr. Joshua Bolt rushed inside and boldly grabbed me by my arm! He exclaimed that his brother Jason, was demanding my presence below decks. Together we hurried down below to find most of my traveling companions ill from seasickness. Jason Bolt hurriedly reminded me of my offer of nursing skills…I readily agreed to do whatever I could to help…although not much can be done…one's equilibrium must reset itself to the waves of the sea. At any rate, I feel I made Jason and Joshua Bolt feel at ease. As a matter of fact, Mr. Joshua Bolt even smiled warmly at me and gently touched my arm!

January 22, 1865

Sabbath services made melancholy emotions spring to my surface. I am beginning to feel homesick, I fear. The emotion perplexes me, because I was so anxious to leave New Bedford and the sadness there. Perhaps, what I really miss is my mother…She is with the Lord, I know, and in worshipping Him today, I felt closer to her…

January 27, 1865

Blue skies prevailed today! Most of my companions are feeling better; it is nice to have company on deck!

January 29, 1865

This Sabbath has been easier on my emotions. Services were led by my friend Candy. Most all were able to attend, including all the Bolt brothers. Sadly, we lost a member of our crew today…it was a horrid experience, the poor sailor fell overboard and was never found. We find ourselves saddened by the loss and a tad frightened by the dangers of the sea. Oh! And I must add on a happier note, I am going seeking gossip from Candy, I think there is a slight interest occurring between her and the youngest Bolt, Jeremy. I am hoping for similar luck with the blonde brother, Joshua.

February 3, 1865

Feeling wonderful today! Captain Clancy has told us we will be porting in a place called Rio de Janeiro soon….it sounds very exotic! There was a small celebration of sorts on deck today. Joshua Bolt had many of us playing a game called "Guess or Kiss"…I had never heard of it, but he assured me it is a popular game in Seattle. I wouldn't want to be inexperienced in their customs, so I decided to play along…I was unable to "guess" correctly as I should have , and received a brief kiss from Joshua! I thought it possible that my heart would flutter out of my chest! There was some unpleasantness with Jeremy Bolt and a sailor…I know that Joshua became angry and that ended our game…eventually, Joshua did return, but his mood was different. Perhaps we shall play another day. Candy is being so nice, too…she has offered to do my laundry for tomorrow! I must think of a way to repay her!

February 9, 1865

As I stood on the deck of the Shamus O'Flynn, Captain Clancy has pointed out the Light House of Cape Frio. We had thought it a bright star…how ignorant he must think we are! At any rate, he assured us that this place called Rio de Janeiro is close…

February 10, 1865

Today I rushed up to the deck of this ship, hoping to see this exotic port of Rio de Janeiro. I am sure my disappointment shown on my face, as it became apparent that the port cannot be seen from this ship. The Bolt brothers met with us and have told us very worrisome things about this place. It seems to be full of disease! I have no desire to die from the likes of small pox! Jason Bolt assured us that he and his two brothers will go and investigate this very different place for us. Carla Riley shared her unease with me and I questioned Mr. Bolt about the possibility of he and his brothers bringing back a deadly disease to the rest of us. My questions only seemed to annoy him, and he brushed me aside, as if I was a irritating bug. I must admit to you, my friend and traveling companion, that my feet are aching to touch land. But do I dare risk my health??

February 11, 1865

Ordinarily, I do not see the need to write every day, but this day is different! Apparently the Bolt brothers had quite the time in port last night. The eyes of Jason and Joshua Bolt are red-almost demonic this morning. I overheard Joshua complaining to his younger brother, Jeremy of a headache. Jeremy seemed to hold little sympathy for either of his brothers. Most of us have demanded to be taken ashore. Harriet Stevens tried to frighten us out of our idea, but we are not to be dissuaded. It is about time that Jason Bolt and his brothers begin to see us as intelligent young women, with a desire to learn and explore. We want more of life than to simply keep house and hearth, and birth their children! I know I am grumpy, but I must admit ,although I am anxious to go onshore, my nervousness remains!

February 14, 1865

What an adventure we all have had! I must apologize for feeling cross towards the Bolt brothers, as they did arrange a exciting day for us today! I now realize how little of the world I know, but at least today, I saw a part of it. Winding down the narrow streets of the city was a different experience. I have seen beautiful people of different culture and color today. I must say I found our excursion to the Exchange a tad boring, and the sight of the Royal Palace was disappointing…not beautiful at all, as I would imagine. I am beginning to view some of my shipmates as friends. I am developing a special fondness for Carla and Hannah. Jason Bolt was especially attentive to dear Carla today, as the carriages were somewhat difficult for her to navigate. Carla and Hannah are so nice, and we seem to get on well together. Perhaps as our lives go on as we settle in Seattle, our friendship will grow. Just think, we may all have children someday that will play together!

February 16, 1865

I am concerned for my friend, Carla. She was too tired today to accompany us for the picnic. I am feeling sorrowful that she had to miss what turned out to be a wonderful day. I inquired, but there did not seem to be anything I could do to help her, and she insisted that I go ahead when I offered to stay behind onboard with her. It is intolerable for her not to have experienced some of what the rest of us did today, so I packed a slice of picnic cake and brought it back to her. The grateful smile on her face was lovely. Today I met a new man, his name is Walker, and he is the Captain of the merchant steamer, Onward. I never believed in my life I would ever meet so many new people! For our picnic the Bolt brothers today took us to a place called the Corcovado. The view was spectacular and I found myself in a romantic mood, wishing the man I shall love was there with me to enjoy the fine afternoon. Perhaps, diary, he was and I didn't know it.

February 17, 1865

Wonderful news! We will be having missionaries share our journey. What a relief to have a man of religion onboard with us! They have two children, a girl and a boy. A funny aside, is that Captain Clancy, our rough and tumble Captain has given up his quarters! I sure hope he does not wander below deck to us!

February 19, 1865

Would it be awful of me to withdraw my excitement over having the Reverend Simonton along on our journey? Although, I want a man to love and hope to share children with him someday, I have never looked upon this as a "duty" as the reverend does. I stifled a giggle as I watched in absolute awe as, Carla, got up and left the church service! The look on dear Hannah's face was absolutely priceless, as I am sure mine was, too! Again, I am wondering what have I gotten myself into. Perhaps, I need to have a heart to heart with Carla or Hannah?

March 1, 1865

We can only sail during the day, the ocean is growing rough. I am afraid.

March 2, 1865

I am feeling a little more calm today. Just a moment ago, Captain Clancy dropped anchor and we will remain stuck to this spot until the morning. The temperatures have dropped, and I now wear my wrap at all times. Our journey is going slowly, but surely. Unfortunately, I was sentenced to spend the afternoon with Martha Simonton. I vow and declare right now, that if I ever have a daughter, I shall commit myself to seeing that she not turn out as Miss Martha has. It seems that the Reverend is torturing the Bolt brothers about their various activities. Jeremy seems to listen, although one can only wonder what he really thinks. I swear I think I see in the eye of Jason and Joshua a desire to toss the honorable Reverand over the side! Serena seems upset because her feline companion, Diana, has been Tom Simonton's teasing victim. At this snail's pace, I can only hope I will still be young enough for a man to want me, when we arrive in Seattle!

March 4, 1865

I sit here smiling as I recount my day. I went onshore with some of my companions for a afternoon of exploring. For some odd reason, Tom Simonton joined us; for my part, I tried earnestly to stay away from him. I now have a souvenir to take to my new home. It is a brick from the H.B.M. Ship Salamorter, that sunk in the year 1843. I shall ask my new husband, whoever that shall be, to build this brick into the firebox of our home! We completed our adventure in front of a large fire on the shore. Joshua Bolt told me this is called a bonfire. He chatted pleasantly with me, and I still find his warm smile so engaging.

March 5, 1865

Today, I come to you totally aghast. It would seem I have been blamed, at least partially for leading Tom Simonton astray! His father sees no blame in his actions, and feels that I, and some of the other 'brides' who went ashore yesterday, beguiled him to join us! My mother, God rest her soul, would be ashamed of me, I fear. Not because I persuaded Tom to join us, indeed, I kept my distance from this young man. But, because I sat in Sabbath service today, so angry I wanted to spit, as the Reverend preached on the evilness of women! Jason Bolt eloquently quoted Proverbs 30, speaking of 'the virtuous woman.' He smiled at me as he finished, causing me to feel much better.

March 7, 1865

I wandered along topside most of the day. The weather was cooperative, feeling almost like a Spring afternoon. The sunlight danced and glistened off the sea, giving me a feeling of peace and serenity. As I stood there, watching my companions, enjoying the day, I now have no misgivings on my decision to travel with the Bolt brothers to Seattle.

March 11, 1865

We are on the southern coast of Chile and many ships are in the vicinity. I was again on deck when the terror rang out! A steamer ship shot what Jeremy Bolt said was a warning shot at us! Captain Clancy sped up our vessel, but we sailed into a blocked port! A Spanish ship fired a shot across our ships bow. I stood frozen in my spot, remembering my late mothers advise of, 'if in doubt, don't.' I truly did not know what to do, I thought my heart perhaps would stop beating, but it obviously did not. I had no time to dwell on my own fright as two of our ladies, fainted. I rushed to their aid, fanning them. Hysteria seemed to abound for awhile, then Candy Pruitt stepped forth calling "Ladies, Ladies." Those words seem to always call us to some sort of attention. I was grateful to say the least, when the Shamus was allowed to leave for the port of Lota.

March 12, 1865

It has been a day of honor for me, journal as I was asked to lead Sabbath services. In an effort to undue some of what Reverend Simonton, did last Sunday. I again borrowed from my dear mother's wisdom. I spoke of how God created Eve from the rib bone of Adam. He could have chosen a foot bone that would have placed Eve beneath her mate. Or He could have chosen a head bone that would have placed her above Adam. Instead, the Lord chose the rib bone, making them companions and Eve a helpmate to Adam. The other women, smiled and nodded, fully understanding. The Bolt brothers were not in attendance. I feel that Jeremy would share this same philosophy, but his brothers are another story, I think.

March 14, 1865

If it were not improper, I would lift my hem and kick up my heels, as the Simontons are departing today! Yesterday, the American Consul, Dr. Silver came back to the Shamus with the Bolt brothers. He invited us today to join in a farewell to the Simontons in port. I can't think of anything more dreadful than spending more time than necessary with this family, so I just smiled sweetly and waved goodbye from the deck.

March 17, 1865

Today, I went to the market with Joshua and Captain Clancy. It was a frustrating time trying to purchase goods when I did not understand a syllable of their native tongue. I tried to bargain for a item and felt myself turning redfaced, trying to communicate. I wonder how the other excursion went for my traveling companions? They went to a luncheon at Dr. Silver's home.

March 20, 1865

It is very late, well after midnight as I write this. A wonderful party has just broken up that Dr. Silver threw this for us, some of his officers came as escorts. The young men were handsome and very polished, dashing is a correct word, I would say! Perhaps it is the gaiety of the evening that makes me feel so giddy!

March 21, 1865

I was awakened hastily from my slumber by Anne Scarbourgh. The seas are extremely rough, and she and some of the others are feeling unwell. I tended to them again, as best I could…oh, how I wish for calm seas again. Late in the morning, Captain Clancy stopped at a place called, Talchuahno. He and the youngest Bolt, went ashore for supplies, none of us went, feeling much to spent from the rigors of last night. Jeremy was kind and brought back whales teeth as reminders of home for us. I spoke to him briefly as to how my father used to work as a whaler. He still seems very shy, and only gave me a polite nod as he placed the teeth in my palm.

March 31, 1865

Tonight, dear journal, I stood on deck of our sea worthy ship to witness an eclipse. I expected the moon to disappear from the sky, but it only changed colors. I was disappointed, I must admit. At least it was some excitement to the end the day on.

April 7, 1865

We stopped today at Charles Island. Not a very appealing place to the eye at all! But, Captain Clancey explained that it is our last opportunity to touch our feet upon land for weeks to come. After going ashore, it was simply wonderful! I had the extreme pleasure of a bath! The first true bath I've had since leaving New Bedford. The water in the lagoon was warm and clear…truly a lovely afternoon. After returning to the ship, we dined on game that some of the men had been fortunate to provide after their afternoon of hunting. I smiled, and know that I blushed as Joshua Bolt sat beside me as we dined.

April 13, 1865

We are supposedly only two weeks from the port of San Francisco. I am glad, dear journal for I am becoming weary of our voyage. Captain Clancey is now cross with us and has practically shackled us with a curfew. I don't suppose I really care, I don't like being on deck after dark. But, the implication of impropriety is annoying. There are rumors abound of some sort of "curfew mutiny." I have no desire to participate, and shall seek out the company of my friend Carla instead. But, I secretly wish luck to the brave lass in charge!

April 25, 1865

My apologies, journal. It has been thirteen days since I have written to you. The "curfew mutiny" was a success and we now again have privileges to be topside after hours. Jason Bolt has encouraged us to remain the worthy women he is sure we are, and allow the sailors to do their jobs. This won't be a problem for me. None of the sailors interest me…there is one man on board that does, and I won't mention him again right now. I fear I have been far to bold in my interest in him already.

April 26, 1865

Jason Bolt and his brothers took us sightseeing in San Francisco today. For the life of me, I can't understand why they would choose to take us to such a distressing part of the city. We paraded down a street that had building after building of women "advertising" themselves. Even though I expected a case of the vapors to consume me, I managed to keep my chin held high. After all, I am a proper girl, if not, I wouldn't be along on this trip in the first place. I must add that after a exhausting climb up Telegraph Hill, I was blessed by a simply breathtaking view of San Francisco Bay. I must retire early, dear journal, as I am weary from my excursion today.

April 27, 1865

Today, several of my companions went shopping. I chose not to, for today was my dear friend, Carla's birthday. Myself, along with some of the other "brides" prepared her a breakfast, which I do think was satisfying to her. Next, we took care of her chores, allowing her a day of rest. I blush as I now recount how I spent my time earlier this evening. The Bolt brothers, escorted, Carla, Candy and myself to the symphony! Oh, how exciting to spend an evening full of culture and beautiful music on the arm of such a handsome man as Joshua Bolt! I noticed that Jason seems to have a spark in his eye whenever gazing at Carla; I wonder if she notices? And of course, the sweet romance of my friend, Candy and the youngest brother Jeremy is as always tender to watch unfold. Now, as for Joshua Bolt, well, I'm not sure as to how I feel. He was sweet, flirtatious, and charming. Several times over the course of the evening, he tried snuggling close, I believe to steal a kiss from me. I remained coy, that is, until we returned to the ship. Joshua and I purposely hung behind the others in hopes of having a moment alone. Jason escorted Carla onboard, and Jeremy and Candy disappeared into the shadows as well. My insides felt quivering as Joshua turned to me and spoke tender words of endearment. He says he finds me pretty and a joy to be around. With a tender hand, he stroked my left cheek, then leaned to me for a kiss that I have long dreamed of. Our embrace was all too brief, I am afraid, and a little ashamed of myself to admit.

April 28, 1865

Oh, dearest journal, another exhausting and exciting day for me! When I awakened this morning, I felt tired, as I stayed awake late last night thinking of my evening at the symphony and the company of the Bolt brothers; one in particular! But, once I was up and about, I had a thrilling time going to the ocean today. First we were treated to the luxury of Cliff House, a truly spectacular site! A grand hotel, nearly new with all the finery in life and trappings of the wealthy. I must say that I enjoyed our buggy ride to the beach just as much. The sea air felt so good, and reminds me of home. I wondered what attention if any I would receive from Joshua today, but he was sweet and gentlemanly as I would expect.

April 30, 1865

I stayed onboard this evening, although some of my companions are doing last minute shopping in preparation for our trip to Seattle. I think I have all I need, although this place will be so strange to me, that I'm unsure of what I need. Perplexing as all of this may be, I look forward to continuing our voyage and arriving in my new home.

May 6, 1865

My mood is different diary, and I'm not sure why. I've spoken to Jason Bolt, he tells me we will be in Seattle soon, but doesn't commit to how much longer it will be. Jeremy spoke to me briefly today. Although he remains the quieter of the three Bolts, his shyness is lessening. I believe that Candy has been good for him, and hope that their happiness continues on. I spent most of the day today on deck in quiet reflection. Joshua brought me a cup of coffee and sat with me for a while, trying to strike up a conversation. We sat in silence for a bit, and although I was not uncomfortable, I believe he was, and he soon left, saying he had some work to do. His work, I saw latter was chatting with another one of the "brides." I felt no jealously as I watched him charming another one of the ladies. Actually, I smiled at his care-free way and warm smile. Now, as I look out upon the open sea, I find myself in a reflective frame of mind. When I left New Bedford, I had such ill will towards my father. Was I correct to have felt that way? I know that throughout this voyage, I have had conflicting feelings about what I'm doing, and missing my loved ones. Is that how my father felt when he lost my mother? Probably so, I realize now. He told me all along that his new friendship with Miss Peterson, who I nastily referred to as a trollop, was wonderful company and helped ease the pain of my mother's loss. I do know that the attention and affections awarded to me by Joshua Bolt on this voyage have helped me through my lonely times, and for that I am grateful. But, more so, I am thankful for the new insight I have gained. I love my father, and I forgive him. He only wants to be happy, and that isn't too much to ask, I now know. As for myself and the middle Bolt brother, well, time will tell. I am not vain enough to think he has only paid attention to me along this voyage. That doesn't bother me, as a matter of fact, it's part of his charm, however odd that sounds. I will wait to see what awaits me in Seattle before assigning my heart to anyone yet. It seems that I have sat here writing the better part of the afternoon. I now look out over the ocean, and the sun is seeming to settle right into the sea. The sky is pink, the clouds a fluffy white. I feel my mothers presence all around me, and I know that I will be all right.

May 10, 1865

I was awakened by Captain Clancey calling us "bleary-eyes idiots!" Although, that is a rude description, it is not incorrect. I hit the floor running, anxious to climb up on deck and see land as fast as possible. After a quick glance, all of us began dressing quickly! In our excitement we confused clothing items, and I found that the skirt I needed to wear was on the body of one of my friends! After laughing so hard we bent double, she and I exchanged our clothing items and were soon dressed properly.

As I stand on deck, ready to embark on a new life, I do not feel afraid, but excited! In the eyes of the men that greet us, I see hope and dreams, too. As we approach the Seattle port, the town looks very tiny, and the mountain behind it looms large. As I stood staring, Joshua joined me and without saying a word, slipped his hand into mine. "That's it?" I asked of him, pointing to the mountain, sounding and feeling in awe of her beauty. "Yes," he whispered in reply, and I think I saw a slight mist in his eyes as he looked upon his home.

Earlier tonight, Seattle threw a party for us. Lively music rang out, and many of us danced, including Candy and a very reluctant, Jeremy. I danced not only with Joshua tonight, but some of the other men, including a man by the name of Aaron Stempel. He seemed to be intent on begrudging everyone a good time, but there is a twinkle in his eye that I find appealing.

I close for now, dear journal. But, I will return. Perhaps to tell you of the man I shall love, the wedding we shall have and the birth of our first born. Until those events, I say goodbye for now.