. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. would permit. My toilet was brief and I stag-gered out on deck just in time to meet my first heavy was dazed for a moment with the bright light of the Maymorning after the long confinement in the darksome fore-castle, and was astonished to see an enormous wall of waterrising over the side of the ship and tumbling down on thedeck. Howling with
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. would permit. My toilet was brief and I stag-gered out on deck just in time to meet my first heavy was dazed for a moment with the bright light of the Maymorning after the long confinement in the darksome fore-castle, and was astonished to see an enormous wall of waterrising over the side of the ship and tumbling down on thedeck. Howling with terror, I was swept off my feet andcompletely drowned in a salt-water bath, which rolled meto and fro on the deck like a log. When the water had run TURNED OUT. 37 out through the scuppers I found myself once more on dry-land, or rather on a very wet deck. At that moment mystomach, perhaps from the shaking up it had got from myrolling over on the deck, began to operate on its own ac-count, and it did itself great credit, judging from appear-ances and the remarks of the sailors. If the reader wishes my opinion on what can produce themost misery, wretchedness, heart-breaking, soul-rending,stomach-demoralizing suffering—worse than any hunger. BILL NYE. and thirst, or any fever, coast or yellow, and a general sum-ming up of all the ills that flesh—that is, sailors flesh, is heirto—I can cordially recommend a regular old-fashioned boutof sea-sickness. If you will only take one dose of it youllbe convinced that I speak from experience. Well, I crouched, wet to the skin, unable to hold on toanything, leaning against the lee bulwarks, and looked withglazed eyes at the foamy white waters raging I felt that I was swinging overboard, when a sea 38 TRIED. heavier than usual made the ship lay over more deeply; butmy only care was to rid my stomach of its intolerable load. Forard there. Aye, aye, sir. Who the h—1 is that on the lee fore-chains ? Dont know, sir. Hes just
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