A Journey to the New World: The Diary of Remember
Patience Whipple, Mayflower, 1620
On Wednesday, September 6, 1620, 102 brave people including 34 children
crowded onto the Mayflower to build a colony in a new land. The
journey was long and difficult. There was little to eat except for
salted beef and pork, dry biscuits, and also some cheese, peas, and
beans from Holland. Even this little amount of food spoiled quickly,
and the barreled water was not safe to drink. Many of the passengers
were terribly seasick. After more than two months the Pilgrims arrived
at what is now Cape Cod, Massachusetts, but the land looked rocky
and ominous. They decided to explore further and arrived at the more
welcoming shores of Plymouth.
The first few months in Plymouth were cold and harsh for the new
immigrants. Coming to this foreign land in the dead of winter turned
out not to be the best plan. The Pilgrims arrived with no shelter,
no medical care, and very few provisions. Illness swept through the
tiny community, and more than half the Pilgrims died during that first
winter.
The colonists came into contact with Native Americans soon after
their arrival. When spring finally came the Native Americans introduced
the Pilgrims to maize, or Indian corn. They also taught the Pilgrims
where to hunt for deer and turkey and how to fish. While some of the
English crops like beans and wheat did not grow very well in the rocky
soil, maize thrived. That October, the surviving Pilgrims celebrated
the first Thanksgiving with their Native American friends who had
helped them survive.
Watch a clip of the TV show "Journey
to the New World," where Patience Whipple as she describes
why she is thankful after the first Thanksgiving.
Meet Patience Whipple
Patience Whipple journeyed to the New World with her Puritan family
on the Mayflower. She watched as so many of the settlers died around
her and recorded in her journal the adjustments that all of the Pilgrims
needed to make to their new land.
I raced to the door, and there walking straight
up our narrow street between the two rows of our houses was a feathered
man bold as anything. He be tall and straight. This feathered man
opens his mouth and what comes out, but English. And here is what
he said exactly: "Welcome, my name is Samoset. I come not from
here, but from Mohegan to the north, by sail with a strong wind a
day, by land five."
I do not think that the upgrowns were on purpose
unfriendly, but they did appear fearful whereas we children were more
fascinated than fearful and wanted to do anything to make Samoset
stay and like us.