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May 2nd, 1902.

R.M.S. "CAMPANIA"

My dear Colonel:-

We are nearing Queenstown and tomorrow morning are due to land at Liverpool, at about eleven o'clock.

Your prophesy about the weather proved true:- for we had plenty of signs before we arrived at Sandy Hook, and we scarcely passed it when the strong south east wind and choppy sea sent nearly all of the passengers to their rooms.

Fortunately, I escaped seasickness, and was permitted to keep my feet, and witness the only storm at sea I have ever enjoyed. It was wonderful and continued right through till Monday morning - when we ran into fog, mist and exasperating heat. 

During nearly all of Saturday night I remained on deck fascinated by the wildness and magic of the scene. At daybreak Sunday morning, I saw, in imagination, in the heavens several volcanos vomit up their last fires and dissolve into nothingness. In the same state of nervous intoxication and during the same dawn I also saw several worlds collapsed by the wind and torn into shreds by the angry waves - the waves like huge monsters bit great chunks out of the clouds and thrashed them into foam.

Monday's fog, foghorn, and heat was horrible! Tuesday and Wednesday were better - but Thursday and today (Friday) have been truly delightful! During the last two days we have had a billowy sea, showing all the wizardry of amethyst, emerald and ultra marine flicked and flashed with silver and white --- "beauty! beauty! everywhere beauty"!

The "eats" on board have not improved since my last trip - the crowd are uninteresting - but old Neptune has shown me new truths and kept me very busy!

Always faithfully
Freer

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