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of the 8th battery, A.T.S. Stoney, of Charleston, S.C. used to look on, but never played. We always had to invite him to have a drink, however, and he always accepted. He never paid for any, and must have consumed two bottles or so of Scotch at our expense. One day Lew Tillman had a long run of losses. He lost the final game with the turn of the last card, and just at that moment Stoney walked up to our Table. We all laughed for several minutes, but could not tell Stoney the joke- He was a type, as the French say- a little chap with black hair worn long behind the ears, a pair of boots too high for him, and he was always slapping them with a riding crop. We lost track of Stoney after the voyage.

"Monday, September 10th. This morning started off nicely, and the food is still good. I am quite awed at the efficiency of our waiter. Can't understand British very well. This afternoon the bath steward came around and said "Bawth ready, sir." He had to repeat "every night" four times before I understood him. My first sea-water bath, and I don't care for it especially. We are headed almost due north now, and the wind came up about ten o'clock. Its been blowing pretty hard ever since, though I don't suppose that seamen consider this even a mild gale. Felt mildly seasick this
afternoon, but was better after a walk on deck in the wind. Looks rather weird out there tonight."