"The land is Cape Cod, distant about ten miles. Joyful, joyful is the thought. To-night we shall, in all probability, be in Boston. We are going at the rate of seven knots.
"Half-past 9. Manomet land in sight.
"Ten o'clock. Cape Ann in sight.
"Eleven o'clock. Boston Light in sight.
"One o'clock. HOME!!!"
[Illustration:
On board the Ship Ceres
Boston Harbour
My Dear Parents,
Thanks to a kind Providence who has preserved me through all dangers, I have at length arrived in my native land. I send this just to prepare you, I shall be with you as soon as I can possibly get on shore. We have had 58 days passage long, boisterous, and dangerous, but more when I see you. Pray tell me by the bearer if I shall find all well.
Your very affectionate Son,
Samuel B. Morse
October 18, 1875]