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wastes of Texas. And when one of these hills, representing tons and tons of water, hits this ship - how the hulk quivers and lists as if staggering under a tremendous crush. While walking along the planking you take a quick shift of balance from one firmly placed foot to the other; sometimes you placed one shoe far from the mark you intended; the most sensless thing to get used to is the way the deck leaves you so suddenly and you feel as if you didn't weigh anything at all. That's what I call getting sea-legs, and I'll bet I'll feel this roll for a week after we land. But pray that the sea-legs will get there ahead of the yet-to-be-feared mal de mer. Till something happens - everything is fine!