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A FLYING TEIP TO THE TROPICS. 



There are some people who laugh at seasickness, but I am unfor- 

 tunately not among that number. In about an hour I began to 

 feel wretched, and 1 grew steadily worse. Cabell also looked green. 

 Alice held out better. When night came I would have been glad 

 to die, and fell into my berth in a sort of stupor. 



Let us not dwell 

 upon a painful re- 

 membrance. 



The following 

 day, Sunday, June 

 12, when I crawled 

 out on deck we were 

 dashing through 

 the Gulf Stream. 

 I was at once struck 

 by the change in 

 the color of the 

 water; it had now 

 become of a most 

 brilliant and beau- 

 tiful dark blue, en- 

 tirely different from 

 the greenish blue 

 of the water nearer 

 the coast. Looking 

 towards the stern 

 of the vessel, I saw 

 that we were still 



followed by a flock of the small petrels that I had seen the day 

 before. They circled around the stern, every now and then drop- 

 ping down to the foam in our wake to pick up some particle of 

 food, and then hastening on to rejoin the retreating ship. They 

 came within a few feet of the rail, and I, encouraged by a tempo- 

 rary lull in my symptoms, took my camera and went back to take a 



OUR PILOT WAS TAKEN OFF BY HIS BOAT. 



