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rad, here in Lincoln Park West, than 

 actually to be aboard, and it doesn't 

 take many accessories to outfit such a 

 voyage. The stage is simply set. The 

 weather man supplies a dark and 

 stormy night, Lake Michigan the wash 

 of waves, the ship's clock the actual 

 striking of the nautical hours, a rattling 

 story of blue water in your hand the 

 necessary action; and with a vivid 

 imagination of your own contrivance 

 you are soon off-shore and far away, 

 and best of all you will get back in 

 time to sleep soundly in your own 

 home cabin. Moreover, you do not 

 have to make any hurried runs for the 

 deck-rail, at the demand of a rebellious 

 interior. I am not always disturbed 

 by the rolling and pitching of the ship; 

 still I know enough of mal de mer to 

 appreciate the feelings of the negro 

 soldier en route to France who, when 

 asked if he did not want to see a pass- 

 ing ship, remarked, without getting 

 off his back: "No, sah! Ah don't 

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