We tottered up on deck, two pale, thin figgers.
But after these days we begun to feel first-rate. Alice and Adrian had had a hard time of it, so I had learned before from the stewardess. And I’d sent ’em lovin’ messages time and agin, and they me.
Martin, I don’t believe, had a minute’s sickness, nor Al Faizi. They both seemed to be real chipper; though they both seemed to be perfect strangers to each other; and I spoze they wuz and will be to all eternity—even if they wuz settin’ on the same seat on high.
Their two souls hain’t made right to ever be intimate with each other.
CHAPTER VIII.
LANDING IN THE EMERALD ISLE.
Wall, after all, as much as I wuz afraid of the deepness and length and breadth of the ocean, I had a pretty good time, after all.
Somehow, I got to feelin’ that the ship wuz a big city, and I got to feelin’ as if it wuz about as safe as the land.
We d’no what is a-goin’ on under us on land—no, indeed, we don’t, and if we git to forgittin’ it, we often git a shake-up and a hunch from old Mom Nater to let us know that we are entirely ignorant of what she’s a-doin’ down in the depths of the earth.
Yes, we git shook up with earthquakes, or cyclones lift us up and sweep us off, and hurricanes and water-spouts are abroad, and cars break down, and horses throw us out of wagons, etc., etc.