Excerpt from Letters From Bermuda I did not again make my appearance upon the stage till Saturday afternoon -not that I was so very sick, but I was so extremely tired and uncomfortable I thought it best to keep as quiet as possible. There is not much change in a sea voyage, except in the noises around one. The creaking of the ropes, the throbbing of the engine, the waves dashing against us and pouring over us as though longing to devour us, the crockery knocking and thumping about, the retching, vomiting, and coughing of ...
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Excerpt from Letters From Bermuda I did not again make my appearance upon the stage till Saturday afternoon -not that I was so very sick, but I was so extremely tired and uncomfortable I thought it best to keep as quiet as possible. There is not much change in a sea voyage, except in the noises around one. The creaking of the ropes, the throbbing of the engine, the waves dashing against us and pouring over us as though longing to devour us, the crockery knocking and thumping about, the retching, vomiting, and coughing of the unhappy victims of sea-sick ness, - these are the sounds that constantly greet the ear. We did not see any ships, but, on the contrary, shipped many seas, each one seeming to knock us about with a little more force than its predecessor. We were constantly told that We shall have rough weather crossing the gulf, but after that we shall be in smooth waters. That may have been the case in other instances, certainly not so in our experience, for it is difficult to say when we had the rough est, - before, or after, crossing the gulf. Each morning our attendants would announce that We had a fine run last night. Well, if it was any pleasure for them to call it a fine run I do not begrudge it to them, but I called it a roll, and a tumble, and a plunge, and every time a heavy sea struck us, our steamer would quiver from stem to stern. On Sunday came the joyful cry, Land in sight Up I scrambled, dressed myself as speedily as I could, and went on deck. There, like a dark cloud against the horizon, lay Bermuda, the haven where we would be. Oh! What a joyful sight! Nearer and nearer it seemed to come, and calmer and calmer grew the water, till it lay before us and around us like an azure sea of glass. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at ... This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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