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woree than these, cf which I haddiseavered “aigns,” makes me ahudder. There ix 3 most dieegreendie odor prevading the wuole ship below. Perhepsitisfrom the cpium with which theso sasmembs sro froighted on their return voyage from India to Cains. J eall to the steward for a <lsas of water. Ibis lukewarm, for the io isaligone. ln disqust Ego o.es more on deck, light a cheroct, pace beet and forth, then lean over the rail and Watch the glimmer pf the mconbeams on the smooth ses, and calcuiata how many Bore such days aud nights before we can rezeh Calcatia. The illusion of romance and beauty in a sca-lifa is fast fading away. BR clining on a settes, 1 am soon asisep, bat the officer of the deck taps me on the shoul: der and very civilly says, ‘‘Mixeusa me, air, but you oughs not to sloap on deck; it is nob prudent ia this climate.” I grope my way down to the main salvon, draw a chair to the table, rest my head on my arms, and fall inte a fitful, uneasy, unrefrashing sleep. Ja wy. dreams I find “‘dohn Whopper’.” hole through tha b, J amin the tink, listening te the music and watehing the gay crowd of skaters, Then I hear the jingis of the sieigh bells and the crunching of the snow beneath the runners as they fly slong the avenue, Anon and it is the spissh cf water claar ag crystal and col aa melted feicles. I awake with astart, and I find it igsdsylignt. The noise I hoar is the sailora washing down the decks,
Sailing through tropical seas is not pure delight—by no manner of means.
