. Six and one abroad. ith water. AVhen itis calm and smooth, it is monotonous and tiresome even if it bebeautiful. When it is turbulent, even when choppy, as thesailors say, it is aggravating and—nauseating. The first two days out from New York, on this particularvoyage, the sea was comparatively smooth and the skies alter-nately clear and clouded. But during the night of the secondday a fierce gale arose, of such intensity that it was epochal,both because of its own vehement turbulance and of certain Six and One Abroad drastic, ga?tric, consequences it entailed. For forty-eight hoursthere was
. Six and one abroad. ith water. AVhen itis calm and smooth, it is monotonous and tiresome even if it bebeautiful. When it is turbulent, even when choppy, as thesailors say, it is aggravating and—nauseating. The first two days out from New York, on this particularvoyage, the sea was comparatively smooth and the skies alter-nately clear and clouded. But during the night of the secondday a fierce gale arose, of such intensity that it was epochal,both because of its own vehement turbulance and of certain Six and One Abroad drastic, ga?tric, consequences it entailed. For forty-eight hoursthere was a violent churning of our vessel and of everything init and of our own anatomies and of everything in them. To be seasick is to be superlatively unhappy. Beginning ina sensation of teasing torture this crudest of all maladies car-ries its victim by rapid stages to the very ragged edge of de-spair where hope with poised wing all but takes its everlastingflight. It is a rebellion of every element of the anatomy amid-. THE SEA. ships; a tangled agony of aches, a rumbling of threateningswithin and a maudlin wretchedness of eruption without, withno remedy but endurance and no palliative but the grave. There is no caste so haughty and disdainful as the caste ofthe seasick and that of the upper stratum of the immune. Theselatter, as vain as peacocks, strut among the disconsolatewretches who are do^^^Ti and out, and parade their immunity,and out of the anarchy of his desperation the lower caste vic-tim longs, oh, so earnestly longs for a gun, a great gun from the The Sen and Its Moods S deck of a battleship, that he might train it on one of the uppercaste imnnmes and l)lo\v him into fragments—not just mutilatehim, but tear him into atoms, wriggling, agonizing, miserablemyriads of atoms. In an early stage of my own convalescence,it happened during a stroll on the deck one day that I cameupon a lady whom I knew casually as one of a company ofcourtly Carolinians. Reclining in a steam
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