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BY MARY RAY Sacred Lessons of Salem Harbor Two Hundred years ago the first American missionaries left Salem, Massachusetts. I watch the rise and fall of the gentle waves as they lap against the shoreline of Salem Harbor. It is early morning, and the sun shines warmly as a cool breeze caresses my cheeks. The quietness is broken by the squawking sound of a hungry seagull flying overhead. I try to imagine what it must have been like on the morning of February 19, 1812, when the two young brides and their husbands stood on the deck of the Caravan as they sailed away from the Salem, Mas- sachusetts, harbor. There was no warm sunshine or gentle breeze on that day, in fact, a heavy snow had fallen, and it was so bitterly cold that few people ventured out to bid the young missionar- ies farewell. As the ship slowly moved away from the shore, the cou- ples gave long and lasting gazes at those on the pier. Ann and Adoniram Judson had been married on the fifth of Febru- ary of that year, and Harriet and Samuel Newell on the ninth of February. Although they were newlyweds, this was far from a honeymoon cruise. The ship, Caravan, had just two masts and 10 • NATIONS was only ninety feet from stem to stern. The live animals on deck made it seem like Noah's Ark. There were chicken coops and pig pens, which made the ship smell and sound like a barnyard. Fresh meat was readily available. Mary Ray Lingering in the minds of the mis- sionaries were the memories of their commissioning service at the Taberna- cle in Salem on the sixth of February. The huge church could hardly contain the more than two thousand people who had gathered to witness the ordination of Adoniram Judson, Gordon Hall, Samuel Nott, Samuel Newell and Luther Rice. Those in attendance at this com- missioning service for the first missionaries sent from America to a foreign land would never forget the electrifying service. hen it came time for the laying on of the hands, the entire audience broke into audi- ble sighing and uncontrollable weeping. This was no ordinary service; these young people were literally saying goodbye forever to family, friends and homeland. They knew that in W