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ran more on the sentimental and romantic, thought more of the delightful day, the charming prospect, the pleasures of delay, and the greater pleasure of overcoming the difficulty. The huzzas of the men about midnight, and the riffling of the waters against the sides of the vessel, gave token that we were once more on our way. | |||
ran more on the sentimental and romantic, thought | The first four or five days on Lake Huron were pleasant enough, but on the sixth a heavy gale soon lashed the waters into fury, and tossed and rolled our little craft as though it were a thing of straw. The old gentleman with the gold headed cane seemed to be accustomed to it, and although he, at intervals, lurched from one side of the cabin to the other, he bore it like a Trojan- not a syllable or groan escaped him. The Matron took to her birth, and there, in the agony of her spirit, enacted a part which would be unbecoming in me to describe, and which I will leave to the imagination of the reader. | ||
more of the delightful day, the charming prospect, | Mademoiselle and myself fearful of like consequences if we remained below, made our way through much tribulation to the deck and seated ourselves on the hatches amidship. Here we did not long remain in quiet. One huge billow was so impolite as to [[unclear]] over the bows and taking us full in our faces rolled us over together, with as little ceremony as if we had been two bales of merchandize, | ||
the pleasures of delay, and the greater pleasure of | |||
overcoming the difficulty. | |||
about midnight, and the | |||
against the sides of the vessel, gave token that we | |||
were once more on our way. | |||
The first four or five days on | |||
Lake Huron were pleasant enough, but on the sixth | |||
a heavy | |||
a thing of straw. | |||
headed cane seemed to be accustomed to it, and | |||
although he, at intervals, lurched from one side | |||
of the cabin to the other, he bore it like a Trojan | |||
not a syllable or groan escaped him. | |||
took to her | |||
of her spirit, enacted a part which would be | |||
unbecoming in me to describe, and which I will leave | |||
to the imagination of the reader. | |||
Mademoiselle and myself | |||
fearful of like consequences if we remained below, | |||
made our way through much tribulation to | |||
the deck | |||
amidship. | |||
One huge billow was so impolite as to | |||
our faces rolled us over together, with as little ceremony | |||
as if we had been two bales of merchandize |
Latest revision as of 21:20, 23 October 2020
37 ran more on the sentimental and romantic, thought more of the delightful day, the charming prospect, the pleasures of delay, and the greater pleasure of overcoming the difficulty. The huzzas of the men about midnight, and the riffling of the waters against the sides of the vessel, gave token that we were once more on our way.
The first four or five days on Lake Huron were pleasant enough, but on the sixth a heavy gale soon lashed the waters into fury, and tossed and rolled our little craft as though it were a thing of straw. The old gentleman with the gold headed cane seemed to be accustomed to it, and although he, at intervals, lurched from one side of the cabin to the other, he bore it like a Trojan- not a syllable or groan escaped him. The Matron took to her birth, and there, in the agony of her spirit, enacted a part which would be unbecoming in me to describe, and which I will leave to the imagination of the reader. Mademoiselle and myself fearful of like consequences if we remained below, made our way through much tribulation to the deck and seated ourselves on the hatches amidship. Here we did not long remain in quiet. One huge billow was so impolite as to unclear over the bows and taking us full in our faces rolled us over together, with as little ceremony as if we had been two bales of merchandize,