During that four days’ voyage, one and another would occasionally venture to leave their rooms, pale, feeble, and tottering, and make their way on deck. Wretchedness was written on every countenance. Life itself did not seem desirable. We all longed for the rest we could not find, and to see something that would stand still. Personal importance was not much regarded then. We may here learn a lesson on the littleness of man. {4T 289.2}

Under denne firedages rejse, vovede nogen at forlade deres rum lejlighedsvis, blege, svage og vaklende og begav sig op på dækket. Elendighed stod skrevet i alle ansigter. Livet selv synes ikke tiltrækkende. Vi længes alle efter den hvile vi ikke kunne finde og se noget stå stille. Nu blev der ikke taget hensyn til personernes betydning. Vi kan her lære en lektie om hvor lille mennesket er.