GOOD NIGHT—NATIVE LAND!
ON THE OCEAN
“Belgic,” 7th
Good night—native land!
Farewell, beloved Empress of Dai Nippon!
12th—The tossing spectacle of the waters (also the hostile smell of the ship) put my head in a whirl before the “Belgic” left the wharf.
The last five days have been a continuous nightmare. How many a time would I have preferred death!
My little self wholly exhausted by sea-sickness. Have I to drift to America in skin and bone?