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much for one sketch - now for
another - Our Passengers have
begun to be sea sick - One
runs here to relieve himself -
another there - the women
are heaving - and the men
trying to do so - I am clear
yet - an almost universal
disposition to get out of sight
to puke - and a genteel disposition
it is, too _ _ I have kept moving
about on deck - and mostly
near parts of the Ship where
there is the least motion -
another "sketch" - Three sail in
sight and it is now about 12
o clock. I have just eaten my
luncheon - and find it sets
like Georges Pudding pretty "heavy"
upon my Stomach _

No sooner said than done -
its all gone to the fishes -
and may it do them as much
good as it has me to get
clear of it and then it may
not be said that our headWind
has blown nobody good