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When the pilot started to leave the deck I handed him a letter which I trust by this time has been delivered. He landed on his tug-boat just as a sea swept by him burying him waist deep in water. Things were rough, and from the pilot's language I should judge he was also. Ten minutes later five stowaways were found, a tug was signalled and on coming alongside these poor wretchs were thrown over bag and baggage. My but what curses we all received. At breakfast I found that my place was at the Captains table, end seat. Opposite me sat a Mr. Barcley, next to him sits Mr. Charles Herreshoff - a manly looking fellow. Very reserved, inclined to be seasick, about twenty-five, and for six years has been connected with his Uncle's Nat and John H's yatch and so forth manufacturer at Bristol, R.I. Next to Herreshoff sits a Col. H. A. Royce and wife. The Col. has a brother living in Newton Centre. He is a fine old gentleman this Royce. A Miss Driver from Cambridge sits at a table back of us. (Hough[[?]]'s man had spoken of her in such

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