obliged to send for George to come and carry me on deck, where, as it was quite dark and the poop quite deserted, I might be as ill as I liked. Such violent shiverings, from want of food and sleep, for though every ship must roll more or less in such rapid sailing, yet everybody on board agrees that there never was such a rolling, creaking article as the ‘Jupiter.’ You cannot conceive anything like the constant noise of it; and when that comes in addition to sleeplessness and eternal sickness, the suffering from it is past all belief.
However, it cannot be helped; but if I could scuttle that ship, or blow her out of the water, or swim home, or do anything in a mild way to get out of the scrape, I would.
George was rather giddy occasionally, but is, in fact, as happy as a king; so far the aim of our voyage is attained. Fanny is perfectly wonderful at sea. The last three days she was bored by being kept awake by the creaking of the bulkheads; but she is never the least giddy, nor sick at the worst of times—very active, and reads, works, and plays at chess; and it was a positive mercy to me that she was so well and so serviceable, as the past two days Wright and
