34 COLLECTOR'S RAMBLES 



After lying three days in my bunk without eating a 

 bite, I began to feel very weak, and staggered out upon 

 the hurricane deck, where I sprawled out on an old 

 sail, hanging on to the ropes lest I should roll over- 

 board. The sea looked terrible as the great blue-green 

 waves came thundering against the ship's side. As I 

 lay there, caring little what became of us, or whether 

 we ever saw land again, "Lily," the Spaniard, came up 

 with a cup of hot soup. He could talk very little 

 English, but he gave me to understand that if I could 

 swallow that soup I would feel much better. It 

 tasted good after my three days' fast ; so good indeed, 

 that I drank it all. My appetite, and with it my good 

 spirits, returned as the sea grew calmer, and I reasoned 

 myself into the delusion that I was going to make a 

 good sailor. The next storm, however, dispelled this 

 pleasant fantasy. 



Poor Charlie, the self-accuser, ate nothing for five 

 days, and when some one asked him if he was very 

 sick, replied, " Well, if there is a sicker man on board, 

 God help him ! " 



We sighted the Sandwich Islands on the 27th 

 of December. They appear at first rocky and bar- 

 ren, and seem to be little more than a congrega- 

 tion of volcanoes and their productions ; but on a 

 nearer view, the tropical vegetation changes the whole 

 appearance of the landscape ; and before you get into 

 Honolulu, the view is one of the loveliest that it is pos- 



