le three-year-old child and a baby. We
sent twenty letters on shore, written during the day we have been
detained.

Feb. 25.--Today dawns with no possibility of communicating with a
soul outside the ship, a lonely feeling indeed; but I am determined
to get all the good I can to mind and body out of this trip, and as
little harm as possible.

Feb. 26.--I sit at the captain's right hand at table. The sea is
perfectly smooth; I wonder if this broad expanse can be rolled up
into mountains.

4 P.M.--The wind and waves are beginning to roar. The priest shows
signs of surrender.

Mar. 2.--Sea calm and dishes no longer have to be fastened to
table. It seems like freedom again. I can think of nothing beyond
shipboard, can see no moves to be made when we reach Liverpool.

Mar. 4.--Winds fair, sea smooth, whole company at breakfast.
Captain Burton read the church service. Rachel played the piano and
led the singing.

ON BOARD THE BRITISH PRINCE, March 5.

MY DEAR SISTER MARY: At lunch the captain said, "I'll soon show you
land! It will be Mizzenhead, the farthest southwest point of
Ireland." This is the first pen put to paper since I wrote you at
the Delaware breakwater, eleven days ago. Think of it, oh, ye
scribbling fairies, almost two weeks and not a letter written by S.
B. A.!

Well, we are thus far and have had no more than what the sailors
call a "stiff breeze" and only two whiffs of that sort. Since
Thursday the weather has been lovely--bright sun and crisp air.
Rachel succumbed one night when the "stiff breeze" first opened
upon us, and I felt a little squalmy. The next morning a sudden
lurch of the ship took both feet from under me and I was flat on my
back. The following day while I was lying on a seat, reading and
half-dozing, the first I knew I was in a heap on the floor. Then I
learned it wasn't safe to lie down without a board fence in front.
Again, in the evening I had taken the one loose chair in the
saloon, drawn it under a lamp and seated myself very complacently
to read, when lo, I was pitched over as if propelled from a
ten-pounder! Three times and out--all in rapid succession--taught
me to trust not to myself at all, but always to something fast to
the ship. I haven't lost a meal duri