At anchor in Plymouth harbour
A very fair day. The working-party went on land early. The Master sent the shallop for fish. They had a great storm at sea and were in some danger. They returned to the ship at night, with three great seals they had shot, and an excellent great cod.
Christopher Martin died today, as Bradford wrote, “in the first infection.”
Today Francis Billington, the same tyke who almost blew up the Mayflower by setting off a musket next to a powder keg in a small cabin last month, “having the week before seen from the top of a tree on a high hill a great sea as he thought,” went with one of the master's mates to see it. They went three miles and then came to, not the Pacific Ocean, but “a great water,” divided into two great lakes. The larger of them was five or six miles in circuit (originally called “Fresh Lake” and now known as Billington Sea), the source of Town Brook that flowed past the tiny settlement, “and in it an isle of a cable length square; the other [was] three miles in compass” and is now known as “Little Pond.” In their estimation, they are the source of fine fresh water, full of fish, and fowl; “it will be an excellent help for us in time.” They found seven or eight Indian houses, but not lately inhabited. When they saw the houses, they were scared, since they were only two people with but one musket, and one shot. They found the same eerie, unexplained situation as had been found in each other discovery -- numerous Indian habitations, but no Indians or inhabitants of any sort in evidence anywhere.