Unformatted text preview: Sat with Lewisin the dining saloon until near 11 o’ clock. At 10 ½ o clock they gave notice of time to clean the room. Several of the passengers were mixing whisky slings and Lewis ordered one. We took a weak one between us just as we went to bed. We were both so exhausted that it was queite refreshing. We have run 12 knots an hour today. About 13 ½ miles. The best speed yet. 290 miles today. 1838 miles from New York. 1170 miles from Glasgow. Another uncomfortable night....
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- Spring '09
- little iced champagne, dreadful headache, upper saloon