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of my surrender; I went because I had such little sleep in the crowded two weeks past that it was imperative for me to get twelve hours worth at the first opportunity. Before going to stateroom #74 my friend Lieut. Douglas Kenyon remarked that I was very whitish. I was. I must have been, for the queamish feeling was a prediction of dire consequences unless immediate steps were taken. Lieut. Phil Schnur Schnur saved the day-er-evening; he has been over before so he gently led me to the promenade deck and in the total darkness we tramped, tramped, tramped, the land-sailors were marching [[drawing of staff and musical notes]] until the crisis was gone by without the dire results. Hurrah!

The deck now slopes wickedly and the waves are not mountains although they do resemble the foot-hills I saw on the