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and have heard of the terrible hardships they had to bear, including,
     for some, the worst trial of all, the death of those they loved most, including children.
    As I have not ever had children, I have been spared this most unthinkable of all losses.
    In our village, which was Laurvig, and which was well coasted and had a lovely aspect out to the Laurvigsfjord and to the
     Skaggerak from many vantage points, some families who made their livings from the sea had gone to America before us. These
     persons were called “sloopfolk,” as they had sailed in sloops in voyages of one to three months, during which some unfortunates
     perished, and some new life was born. John and I, who had been married but the year, had heard of such folk, though we did
     not have the acquaintance of any of these persons intimately, until that day in the seventh month of 1867, when a cousin of
     John’s whose name was Torwad Holde, and who is since deceased, set sail for new fishing grounds near to the city of Gloucester,
     off the coast of the state of Massachusetts in America, fishing grounds that were said to hold forth promise of great riches
     to any and all who would set their nets there. I must add at this point that I did not believe in such fanciful and hollow
     promises, and would never have left Laurvig, had not John been, I shall have to say it,
seduced
by the letters of his cousin, Torwad, in particular one letter that I no longer have in my possession but remember in my
     heart as a consequence of having had to read this letter over and over again to my husband who had not had any schooling because
     of the necessity of having had to go to sea since the age of eight. I reproduce that letter here as faithfully as I can.
    20 September 1867, the Isles of Shoals
    My Dear Cousin,
    You will he surprised to hear from me in a place different from that where I last wrote to you. I have moved north from the
     city of Gloucester. Axel Nordahl, who you may remember visited us last year, came to Gloucester to tell myself and Erling
     Hansen of the fishing settlement of which he was a part at a place called the Isles of Shoals. This is a small grouping of
     islands nine miles east of Portsmouth, New Hampshire, which is not far north of Gloucester. I am now residing with Nordahl
     and his good family on the island of Appledore, and I can report that he has a trawler here, and that he has found a bounty
     of fish such as I have never seen before in any waters. Indeed, I do not think there are any waters on earth that are so plentiful
     as these in which he has set his nets. A man can put his hand into this sea and fetch up, with his hand more fish than his
     boat might bear. I am firmly of a mind to remain here through the winter with Nordahl and then burden his family no more as
     I will build my own cottage on the island of Smutty-Nose, which has a strange name and which is also sometimes known as Haley’s
     Island. When spring comes I will have saved enough dollars from my work with Nordahl to begin such a project. This is a better
     life, Hontvedt, than that which exists in Laurvig, or in Gloucester, where I was lodged with fifty other fishermen of the
     fleet and where my wages did not exceed one dollar a day.
    I beg of you, John, to share this bounty with me. I beg of you to bring your brother, Matthew, who may be as pleased as I
     am to fish in these fertile waters. I have selected on this island called Smutty-Nose a house for you to lease. It is a good
     house, strongly built to withstand the Atlantic storms, and I might have taken up residence there myself if I had already
     had a family. In the spring, if the Lord permits me to find a wife, I shall move from Appledore so that we may all be a family
     in the Lord’s sight.
    If you come, as I am hoping, you must go by coastal ferry to Stavanger, and thence to Shields, England. There you will take
     the rail to Liverpool where you will join a great flood of emigrants who will take passage