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author,female,Fenton, Elizabeth,25 addressee
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Clarke, 1992
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11th August . - On the River Derwent, in sight of Mount Wellington, and Hobarton.
Though there is but one thought absorbing my mind, I must not anticipate, but tell you that after seven weeks of most awful weather we got sight of land. You may judge my thankfulness, as three weeks we had been under water on deck, nor had the daylight entered my cabin. 'Tis vain now to waste time dwelling on all the suffering of such a period with a baby at my breast, but I may express how much valuable aid I had from my humble friend Mrs. Hughes, and kind attention from Mr. Betts, who nightly stopped to speak and cheer me, sometimes, if it was tempestuous, nursing Flora or assisting to bathe her and beguile our mutual discomfort. 
I had taken this miserable voyage in vain, and was alone in Van Diemen's Land, while Fenton was retracing the perilous sea I had just crossed.
Surely I am doomed in everything, and for me there is no haven of peace on this side of time. 
14th August Macquarie Hotel, Hobarton
Then we took our way up Macquarie Street. About half-way I could not resist the temptation of stopping to lean upon a fence almost breathless, this being the longest walk I had taken for some years; and further being equipped in black satin shoes, they were penetrated by wet and fringed with mud. Mrs Frankland's recollections of the habits of India soon explained my distress, and the party kindly accommodated themselves to my feebleness and unequal strength until we reached the hotel, when, after inspecting the rooms ordered, Mr Frankland with equal kindness and tact proposed they should all leave me to rest for an hour, when he would return and take me to his house, which proposal I readily agreed to. 
On my return to the Macquarie Hotel, I felt so nervous, to sleep was impossible, and I stepped out on a little balcony to look on the waters with which my future destinies and that of my babe were mixed up, and on the strange stars above me. 
I have in the midst of other disjointed thoughts to-night half inclined to the idea of returning to India, if Fenton's return is hopeless. I must in this case have seven solitary months to spend here, how I know not