We were wrecked in a storm; I, with three others, floated on a raft for a day and two nights on the sea, expecting each moment to be swallowed up. We were far from land, and had only a few provisions.
I had a small pocket compass, which I had carried in my pocket ever since I went to sea, which my shipmates had laughed at and called a toy. To it we owed our lives. It enabled us to pilot our frail, raft in the direction of land, and, by keeping to its guidance, we arrived on the third day, faint and famishing, but safe in port. I have since then been led to the Saviour, and I carry a little New Testament in my pocket, side by side with my compass.
Some scoff at me; others smile at my simplicity, but I stick to my TWO compasses—one for the soul, the other for the sea.
ML 06/28/1931