I knew it would be so. I have been seasick.
The first night and day we had very pleasant weather and a light sea.
On the evening of the second day, I was on deck with the boys.
All at once the boat gave a great lurch. Then another. Then another.
“We are getting into rough water,” said Master Lewis.
Wyllys Wynn, who is a poet, was repeating some beautiful rhymes, when suddenly he grew white in the face, and said, “And so it goes on for several lines.” He meant the poetry. Then he began to wander to and fro in search of the cabin and his state-room.
Frank Gray began to tell a story, but stopped short, and said, “The rest of it is like unto that!” He meant the rest of the story. Then he went to the cabin, “making very crooked steerage,” one of the deck-hands said.
Ernest Wynn followed him, in the same strange gait.
“The Zigzag Club,” said the deck-hand. He was a very sarcastic man.
The ship gave another dreadful lurch, and I began to feel very strange.