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^[[ [[underlined]] Sat Ju 9/60 [[/underlined]] ]] Saturday Eve Jun 9th 1860 on board "George Henry" Lat. N. Long. W. It is now twelve days since my departure from Newfoundland for the Arctic Regions and I cannot say I have [[underlined]] enjoyed [[/underlined]] the voyage thus far, for I have been sick! Sick? Aye, S-I-C-K [[strikethrough]] all the time [[/strikethrough]] without relief till now. Sea-sickness! O, it's too bad, especially after eating what would be called by those of appetite, a good dinner. Well what of this? I am better now, so nothing of it, save in memory in as a terrible battle upon the heart's tablet of ^[[a]] conquering hero. To-day is my first to feel as a man should. An old [[strikethrough]] Athenean [[/strikethrough]] ^[[Philosopher]] on reviewing