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and diving after crumbs thrown overboard.

19 Yesterday was cloudy in the morning and afternoon
it commenced raining, the wind rose to a gale, and the
rain poured in torrents. Waves ran mountain high.
Our little vessel was rolled, and tossed like a
leaf in an autumn wind. It was amusing to see
the furniture tumbling about the cabin. Every thing not
secured took to sliding over the floor. Chairs, books,
and other articles went on a race. At night sleep
was out of question, and although it is fair today
every one is exausted and remain quiet. Mrs
Blanchard did not get up this morning. Father
and Mr Jones are in their berths. All are seasick
excepting myself. I feel like keeping quiet. The
vessel rolls and pitches so one can neither stand or
walk without holding to something. Imagine one starting
to go across the cabin and find themselves thrown against
the table or perchance in someones lap. We have
many a hearty laugh at each others mishaps. At