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ancient potatoes, occasional hominy, bread, buiscuit and no pastry.
Very few persons appear at this, or other meals for the first day or
so, sickness being general.     I and another are the only exceptions
in our cabin, the ocean only developing in me, (as usual) a great capa-
city for eating and sleeping.    Conworth bears it indifferently well, but
taketh little nutriment as yet, nor ventures down stairs to meals.
I let him alone when sick, cheer him when well, and can Friday
evening, leaning over the stern of the steamer, we talk of his folks,
and of George and Dick Bolton.     Conworth believes that George, if
not his brother, will follow in the ensuing spring, that he�ll marry
Sarah Conworth, while his friend John will do the like with Sarah
Ann Bolton.               Supper appears at 6, and proves a weak version
of breakfast, sans steak &c.               Hithero we have made but mode-
rate progress, head winds prevailing almost constantly, so that scarcely
has an attempt at hoisting a sail been made.     The great paddles
plash round in monstrous regularity, but the throbbing pulsation of
the engine is scarcely noticeable in our after cabin.  Nor does the ship
roll from side to side at all, but constantly rises and falls, fore and
aft, now high up above the horizon�s sea line, now dipping far
below it.   Some one or two vessels have we seen, and gulls and
sea birds gyrate about, leisurely cleaving the air as a skilful swim-
mer the water, with easy decisive sweep of wing.    Charred
coal clings with moist blackness on the stern parts of the vessel, its
fore deck is wet with driving spray.     I�ve read through �Eothen�,
(which Dick Bolton presented to me, purchasing it at the Railroad
Dep�t on starting,) and think it just the best written book on the
East, yet; and am going in for Captain Can�t, which has been lent to               
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