chor, they had
the inexpressible happiness to find the Creole, on which they embarked
for the Isle of France, their first destination.

Their dangers on the passage to the Isle of France were great, the
vessel being old and leaky; and when they reached there, they found
little encouragement to remain. While on the island, Mrs. J. had a
severe attack of illness, as well as much depression of spirits from the
uncertainties of their situation. After much deliberation they
determined to establish themselves on an island near Malacca, to reach
which they must first go to Madras, and they accordingly sailed for that
place. War having broken out between England and America, the hostility
of the East India Directors to American missionaries was of course much
increased, so that it would be impossible for them to make any stop at
all in Madras, without incurring the danger of being sent back to
America. What, then, was their distress on their arrival there, to find
no ship bound for the island they wished to visit! Their way seemed
entirely hedged up, for the only vessel in Madras harbor ready for sea,
was destined to Burmah, a country pronounced by all their friends in
India, utterly inaccessible.

In her journal, at this time, Mrs. J. writes: "Oh, our heavenly Father,
direct us aught! Where wilt thou have us to go? What wilt thou have us
to do? Our only hope is in thee, and to thee only do we look for
protection. Oh, let this mission live before thee!" "To-morrow," she
adds, at a somewhat later date, "we expect to embark for Rangoon, (in
Burmah.) Adieu to polished, refined, Christian society. Our lot is not
cast among you, but among pagans, among barbarians, whose tender mercies
are cruel. Indeed, we voluntarily forsake you, and for Jesus' sake
choose the latter for our associates. O may we be prepared for the pure
and polished society of heaven, composed of the followers of the Lamb,
whose robes have been washed in his blood!"

Everything combined to render the passage to Rangoon unpleasant and
perilous;--sickness, threatened shipwreck, and the want of all
comforts;--but at length on the 14th of July, 1813, about eighteen
months from the time they left Salem, in Massachusetts, they set their
'weary, wandering feet' on that shore which was to be their future home.

Among the depressing circumstances that had occurred in this gloomy
period, not the least painful was the death of Mrs. Judson's early
friend, and companion in