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hell on the Ocean waves lasting all day. Glad Anna was comfortably with your good people. Saturday less chill and a bit less hell. Today Sunday, with fitting chance for devotion, the sun shines some, the sea toss's less and those well enough thank God for being alive. An Irishman on board leaned over the rail and yelled out as I walked by him "to hell with Neptune and the Hamburg they cannot together make me sick and I am now dying." He could not throw up the irish whiskey which had frozen solid with the German beer inside- Neither did I "throw up" neither was I sick,- I took all meals offered, as well, but, like many another and better man, I felt like hell. I feal like joining the Irishman in consigning things to a warmer climate, still my respect for the day brings written avoidance of all sinful expression. I wish my spirit was less rebellious. The sun is still a long way off but I shall keep up the chase. Yours ever sincerely, Charles L Freer.