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Varna. The power of steam, however, soon 

 brought us alongside, we hailed them, and then 

 soon left them behind us. 



Our principal cabin-passengers were a Molda- 

 vian lady, her husband, and his friend, going to 

 Galatz ; a young American, from New York ; an 

 English gentleman, retired from the army ; a Ba- 

 varian medical gentleman, in the employ of the 

 sultan as a sort of quarantine inspector- and an 

 Armenian and his son, the latter of whom was 

 sea-sick the whole way, though there was no 

 motion at all, whilst his father, the fat Armenian, 

 appearing to have an inconceivable dread of 

 breathing any atmosphere but that which had 

 been tainted by the breaths of a number of per- 

 sons, shut up in a close cabin, when the thermo- 

 meter marked a considerable number of deoTees, 

 would persist in closing up, whenever he could do 

 so unobserved, all the cabin-doors and windows, 

 which were as sure to be immediately reopened 

 by some of the younger and more mischievous 

 passengers, who could not endure inhaling car- 

 bonic acid gas. 



The Moldavian lady was young, agreeable, and 

 good-looking; but she seemed perfectly well 



