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Unformatted text preview: Friday July 1 A stormy sick day. Threw up my breakfast and did not go to the table again. The ladies crowded together in the upper saloon and the laid around men in the dining room. The stewardess brought us mugs of oatmeal porridge on which we dined. Felt listless and good for nothing all day. Lewis was quite sick too all day. Lemmie threw up his supper which was all the discomfort he had. Put him at once to bed and sat with Lewis in the dining room until bedtime. Had a tedious night, the book helped very much. The rain had beaten down all day. I did not feel very sick but was never more thoroughly uncomfortable. We have made 282 miles today and are 1548 miles from New York and 1460 still from Glasgow: more than halfway....
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- Spring '09