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that I must have behaved very strangely. The view of 

 the boundless level of the prairie seemed nothing to the 

 sight of the vast and apparently shoreless sea. We had 

 some rough weather ; but having a stomach of leather I 

 did not experience what is called sea-sickness. At Gal- 

 vezton, the chief port of Texas, and a very bustling town, 

 we took a sveamer for New Orleans, the great port of the 

 Southern Ste ;es. Mr. Barrill and myself were too anxious 

 to be off to tLe sporting regions to waste much time in 

 that gay citj We engaged passage in a large ship 

 bound for Rio Janeiro, and soon afterwards, the shores 

 nf my native land faded from my view. 



