A Sojourn in Cuba 
water, and in a few hours all of Florida van- 
ished. 
This excursion on the sea, the first one after 
twenty years in the woods, was of course ex- 
ceedingly interesting, and I was full of hope, 
glad to be once more on my journey to the 
South. Boreas increased in power and the Is- 
land Belle appeared to glory in her speed and 
managed her full-spread wings as gracefully 
as a sea-bird. In less than a day our norther 
increased in strength to the storm point. 
Deeper and wider became the valleys, and yet 
higher the hills of the round plain of water. 
The flying jib and gaff topsails were lowered 
and mainsails close-reefed, and our deck was 
white with broken wave-tops. 
“ You had better go below,” said the captain. 
“The Gulf Stream, opposed by this wind, is 
raising a heavy sea and you will be sick. No 
landsman can stand this Ion g.” I replied that 
I hoped the storm would be as violent as his 
ship could bear, that I enjoyed the scenery of 
such a sea so much that it was impossible to be 
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