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though he was doing his best to keep it down ; and pas- 

 sive resistance being the easiest, he sat still and said no- 

 thing. Another was noisy and cross; his disorder was 

 taking a different direction, and he was exclaiming against 

 weather, wind, waves, and everything ; but it was evident 

 that he too would be quiet before long. The rest were 

 tolerable, but had given up singing. However 'the wind 

 increased, and the spray dashed so constantly over the 

 boat, the wind being on the bow, that we agreed to run for 

 a small island a point or so off, and accordingly did so ; 

 but inasmuch as this threw the wind on the beams, we got 

 into the trough of the sea, and rolled about rather un- 

 pleasantly, besides being occasionally gunwhale under, to 

 the great horror of our Gallic friends. I then look in the 

 mainsail and ran along under the jib only, which was 

 lietter, and made us go more easily ; but the mischief was 

 done. One after another all took to "catting" with ex- 

 traordinarv vio^our, even down to the hero of the evenino; 

 before, who did so love the sea. The poor fellow lay 

 liuddled in a heap under the bowsprit thwart, heedless of 

 <ill things and retching fearfully, sacring the while. It 

 was really very awkward to have all the crew sick, except 

 i)ne, in a stiff breeze, and a good-sized boat to manage; 

 but he was a capital fellow, I must say. I had only seen 

 him for the first time the day before, and had remarked 

 him as saying little ; but as the time for action arrived, it 

 ■was evident he could " do " well. Fortunately for him, and 

 indeed for us all, he had a tough stomach, without which 

 all his pluck would have been useless ; as who can resist 

 sea-sickness ? As Byron snys, even love is then beaten ; 



