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LettersfromtheCape
byLadyDuffGordon
LETTERI-THEVOYAGE
Wednesday,24thJuly.OfftheScillyIsles,6P.M.
WhenIwrotelastSunday,weputourpilotonshore,andwentdownChannel.Itsooncameontoblow,andallnightwassquallyandrough.Captainondeckallnight.Monday,Iwentondeckateight.Lovelyweather,buttheshippitchingasyouneversawashippitch-bowspritunderwater.Bytwoo'clockagalecameon;allorderedbelow.Captainleftdinner,and,aboutsix,aseastruckusontheweatherside,andwashedagoodmanyunconsideredtriflesoverboard,andstoveinthreewindowsonthepoop;nurseandfourchildreninfits;Mrs.T-andbabiesafloat,butgood-humouredasusual.Army-surgeonandIpickedupchildrenandbulliednurse,andhelpedtobalecabin.Cuddywindowstovein,andwewerewetted.Wenttobedatnine;couldnotundress,itpitchedso,andhadtocalldoctortohelpmeintocot;sleptsound.Thegalecontinues.Mycabiniswater-tightastobigsplashes,butdampanddribbling.Iamalmostashamedtolikesuchmiseriessomuch.Theforecastleisunderwaterwitheverylurch,andthemotionquiteincredibletooneonlyacquaintedwithsteamers.Ifonecansitthisship,whichboundslikeatiger,oneshouldsitaleapoverahaystack.Evidently,Icanneverbesea-sick;butholdingonishardwork,andwritingharder. |
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