“We were surrounded with rocks, and so near that a man might toss a biscuit on ’em,” he observed. Yet they slipped into the cove, which was as smooth as a millpond. “We call this harbour the Port of God’s Mercy, esteeming our preservation this day to be a miracle,” Bulkeley wrote. “The most abandoned among us no longer doubt of an Almighty Being, and have promised to reform their lives.”
