On this day in history, exactly three hundred and thirty-three years ago, September 12, 1684, Bartholomew Stovall cast his view to the open seas, North West. Bartholomew knew full well that he was crossing midpoint of the passage across the Atlantic. The slave hauling ship, Booth, Captained by Peter Pagan, had made the initial stop at Santa Cruz De Tenerife, Canary Islands to replenish food stocks, water, and rum.
The Booth reached incredible speed as she rode the southerly trade winds past Africa. Soon enough, the sun stared directly into the face of Captain and crew, making it apparent that they were traveling in a more westerly direction. They had left Africa and were crossing the Atlantic, searching for Dominica in the West Indies. When the islands were spotted it would have been six weeks without the site of land.
It was a defining moment when the young, English lad finally realized how totally alone he was as he drifted in the middle of the ocean. With an obligation to give four years of indenture, Bartholomew Stovall was left to question his compulsion.
But there was no time to dwell on such matters. As told in our novel, Bartholomew Stovall, the English Immigrant, the next big adventure would happen sooner rather than later.
Thank you, Bartholomew for embarking on the passage to America.