The innocents abroad; . re is one thing in the world that will make a man pecu-liarly and insufferably self-conceited, it is to have his stomachbtehave itself, the first day at sea, when nearly all his comradesare seasick. Soon, a venerable fossil, shawled to the chin andbandaged like a mummy, appeared at the door of the after•deck-house, and the next lurch of the ship shot him into myarms. I said: Good-morning, Sir. It is a fine day. He put his hand on his stomach and said, OA, my!and then staggered away and fell over the coop of a sky-light. Presently another old gentleman was projected from
The innocents abroad; . re is one thing in the world that will make a man pecu-liarly and insufferably self-conceited, it is to have his stomachbtehave itself, the first day at sea, when nearly all his comradesare seasick. Soon, a venerable fossil, shawled to the chin andbandaged like a mummy, appeared at the door of the after•deck-house, and the next lurch of the ship shot him into myarms. I said: Good-morning, Sir. It is a fine day. He put his hand on his stomach and said, OA, my!and then staggered away and fell over the coop of a sky-light. Presently another old gentleman was projected from the•same door, with great violence. I said: Calm yourself, Sir—There is no hurry. It is a fine day,Sir. He, also, put his hand on his stomach and said Oh, my !*and reeled away. 3 34 TRIBULATION AMONG THE PATRIARCHS. In a little while another veteran was discharged abruptlyfrom the same door, clawing at the air for a saving support,I said: Good-morning, Sir. It is a fine day for pleasuring. Youwere about to say—. 0/i, my! I thought so. I anticipated him, any how. I staid thereand was bombarded with old gentlemen for an hour perhaps;and all I got out of any of them was Oh, my! I went away, then, in a thoughtful mood. I said, this is agood pleasure excursion. I like it. The passengers are notgarrulous, but still they are sociable. I like those old people, TRANSGRESSING THE LAWS. 85 but somehow they all seem to have the Oh, my ratherbad. I knew what was the matter with them. They were sea-sick. And I was glad of it. We all like to see people sea-sick when we are not, ourselves. Playing whist by the cabinlamps when it is storming outside, is pleasant; walking thequarter-deck in the moonlight, is pleasant; smoking in thebreezy foretop is pleasant, when one is not afraid to go upthere; but these are all feeble and commonplace compared withthe joy of seeing people suffering the miseries of seasickness. I picked up a good deal of information during the after-noon. At one time I
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