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Wednesday, June 27th 1860

To-day has  been a glorious day for me - the wind blowed almost a gale causing the Sea to cut up more fantastic tricks than I ever dreamed of.
During the morning I was up on deck, clothed in my oil-cloth suit Cap à pie, viewing the grand play of the elements. I enjoyed myself as I should admiring the Works of God. It seemed to me if no one could begin to appreciate the beauty - the grandeur, the Almighty Greatness of His creation but in experiencing a storm at Sea. My position, some of the time, was such that I could look far & near. Placed with my back firmly against the [[strikethrough]] [[?]] [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] Fore[[/insertion]] mast my arm encircling a cordon of ropes [[insertion]] that run aloft [[/insertion]] that 
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I might keep my place, notwithstanding the vessel now & then should be on her broad-side -  or that some terrific wave might overleap the bulwark & seek to take me away with it - there I stood studying Nature & Nature's God.
As far as the eye could carry me - for ten miles [[insertion]] say [[/insertion]] in every direction making a circular [[insertion]] of [[/insertion]] area of [[insertion]] over [[/insertion]] one hundred & fifty [[insertion]] square [[/insertion]] miles - [[insertion]] [[strikethrough]] The [[/strikethrough]]Great ocean [[/insertion]] was dancing as if for great joy
This moment it would seem as if one universal effort was being made by the waves to kiss the [[strikethrough]] sky [[/strikethrough]] clouds, then the next driving into a deep abyss as if to hide their laugh over the ungallant (?) deed. As if to signify their unwillingness that [[strikethrough]] me [[/strikethrough]] I should stand & coolly watch their doings, the laughing waves [[insertion]] would often [[/insertion]] beare the "George Henry" high up in their snowy [[strikethrough]] [[hands?]] [[/strikethrough]] [[insertion]] arms [[/insertion]]& all at [[strikethrough]] once [[/strikethrough]] once plunge us [[strikethrough]] pretty [[/strikethrough]] quickly into the bosom of the Sea.
The Winds of Heaven & the Waters of the Earth did play many fantastic tricks [ink smearing]

Transcription Notes:
cap à pie is French for "from head to foot"