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Excerpt from Letters From East Africa, 1895-1897 That was Thursday. Shall I draw a veil over the succeeding three days? N 0, let me proceed with a plain tale. The night was fairly good, and next morning I got up quite spry, and went down to breakfast, and then settled down in a good solid chair that happened to be standing in a sheltered spot. It was wet and very windy, and I was glad to keep still. In that chair I sat for hours, and it got rougher and rougher, and I was listening to a succession of crashes and clashes down below when suddenly there came a louder crash near at hand, and to my great astonishment I found myself and chair ung prostrate on to the deck, where we lay helpless till a dozen willing hands picked us up and put me in the chair, and tied chair to rail, and we kept steady for some hours more. When it grew dusk I feebly asked if some one would take me to bed. Mr. C. Manfully did his best, but I was so utterly ofinmc'icfitzg that he had to hand me over to the captain, who half carried me downstairs, where I have remained ever since! Isn't this a disgraceful state of things? The odd part is that, i have not been sick once, and hardly even felt sick it is only this ridiculous form of ma! De mer, being so weak and paralysed that one can hardly move. However, my excuse is that the weather has been real bad - even the first officer admitted that it was, and lots of other people keep below too, so I am not alonein disgrace. It's going to be fine to morrow, and after Port Said it's never rough, so they say, and I shall be as lively as possible. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works."