"Elegant!" was the reply, and then the would-be poet began to warble:

"I love the rolling ocean
With all its strange commotion
And all the washing wavelets that hit us on the side;
I love to hear the dashing
Of the waves and see the splashing
Of the foam that chums around us as on we glide!"

"Gee Christopher!" cried Sam. "Say, Songbird, that rhyme is enough to
make one dizzy!"

"I dink dot boetry vos make me tizzy already," came from Hans, as he
sat down on a nearby chair, his face growing suddenly pale.

"Hullo, Hans is sick!" cried Tom. "Hans, I thought you had better sea
legs than that."

"I vosn't sick at all, Dom, only vell, der ship looks like be vos
going to dake a summersaults already kvick!"

"You're seasick," said Sam. "Better go to your stateroom and lie
down."

"I ton't vos going to get seasick," protested the German youth.

"Think of Hansy getting seasick!" cried Fred. "That's the best yet!"
And he laughed heartily. "Shall I hold your head for you?" he asked,
with a grin.

"I guess it vos der fireworks yesterday done him," said Hans weakly,
and staggered off to the cabin.

"That's kind of rough to twit him, Fred," remarked Dick.

"Oh, I only meant it in fun."

"Maybe you'll get seasick yourself."

"Not much! If I do, I have a remedy in my trunk, that I brought from
home."

"You'd better give the remedy to Hans."

"I will."

Fred went below and got the bottle of medicine from his dress suit
case. As he did this his own head began to swim around, much to his
alarm.

"Here, Hans, is a dose for you," he said, entering the stateroom,
where the German youth was rolling around on the berth.

"Vot ist it for?" groaned the sufferer.

"Seasickness."

"Den gif it to me kvick! Gif me apout two quarts!"

"It says take a tablespoonful," said Fred, reading the label with
difficulty. "Here you are."

He administered the medicine, which Hans took without a murmur,
although it was very bitter. Then he tried to take a dose himself, but
his stomach suddenly "went back on him," and he let the bottle fall
with a crash to the floor.

"Oh, my! you vos lose all dot goot medicine!" cried Hans, in alarm.

"I--I know it," groaned Fred. "And I--er--I need it so much!"

"Vot, you seasick, too? Ha, ha! Dot's vot you gits for boking fun at
me, yah!" And Hans smiled in spite of his anguish.

It was certainly poetic justice that Fred should get seasick and that
the malady should affect him far mor