The Charleston daily news. [volume] (Charleston, S.C.) 1865-1873, 1871-12-19
SE4 SICKNESS-1 GRAPHIC SKETCH.
by the Author of Happy Thoughts
Who is on His Way to Antwerp win
a Party of JovIal Fellows.

THOUGHTS, (,philst leaning against paddle
hor 50 as to Keen in middle of UeSSet as Tuch
as possible Vessel lolrching horribly Is
travelling worth this? Aren't there many
places in England one hasn't seen? why
tunnel under the sea. Never MUD expense.
Any one would subscribe handsomely who'd
ever been abroad, ana had to cross The sea
again. Horrid. So helpless 100.
can only stick with my back 10 the paddle
box. Cnivern, TOO. Ghilvern volunteers the
statement that he doesn't feel it. Do he
asks. l don't know, am uncertain. Per-
hans after all-that ls-,f don't talk mach,
or noue, I mag be all right. Feel that
every thing is uncertain. Wish l was
at home. Would give a sum of money
10 be sitting with Friddy. (His wiie.) a
lurch. My camp-slool nearly iel. wave
has broken over us from somewhere. Help
less. Can't dc anything. Let waves break
over u.s. Let The water tIickle down 10 my
feet. Captain comes up unsteadily, buL quite
we'll and smoking. He ASKS US orIskly, ''n0w
WI. are g. tling on p "QuiLe the gay sailor,
eh % he Inquiries jovially Of me. l try to
smile. would smile ITO be something OF the
CAV sailor, and show my spirit TO The last y but
Ile.l That the slightest reiaXat:oa OF face Ut
alteration OF position would be fatal.
The vessel now takes very peculiar
motion, and l feel myself, as it were, following
ali The very peculiar motions Of the vessel In
detail, as If by some internal (and iuft rnaD
machinery. She goes down with rush, qulV-
erin,. So do /: that Is, | don't move from
where am. but the. machinery does 1t. 1t
seems as If I'd swallowed the engines.
-. wonder 10 myself how Chilvern feels.
turn my head slightly 10 look AZ him, and no.
tice that he Is staring before him III blank,
HELPLESS manner. The macnidery gives u
sureiug eroau every lime We dive down. as II
We were going lighi uuder the sea, and feel
as il was beiug lowered into my bVots. feel
myselfen,irely depe endent upon the machinery.
- $" My thoughts become gloomy,
anything but happy. Except one Happy
TIouoht. The miud can abstract Itself 50 rs "
be insensbe 10 pain: | have Tired thinking Of
conundrums. Perhaps they're too frivolous
for this state. Try something else. Think OF
STARS. See only one. "Onder what It Is.
Think of the ancient sailors, who, without
compass or-1re'nendouS turch; l struggle
against interior machinery, and again try 70
think Of the stars. Wave breaks over vessel.
Some one says, "Thars nasty one" Perhaps
IL is. l am past expressing an opinion. Try 10
recall the pas. ages Of Shakespeare; TO think
of nv next chapter oil Iyplcat Developments;
to recollrct what Sir Peter GrOgavai's argu-
ment on abstract right was; to think Of
Lurch, Wave. All machinery Qnternsi) In
motion. No more stars. Shall 1 Ieaue paddle
boa, noao, or stop u httle longer9 Sus-
pense. l think I'll move.
/ make for the opposite paddle-box.
Striking out with my legs at The deck and
waiting for it 10 come up to me.
JERK 10 the right. I" Just miss carOm-
ing against captain, who Is pacing up ana
down. still with cigar, and dexterousy gets
out OF my way.
Happy Thought (fash across me euen at This
supreme n,ome,,t.) Decks tcrousy
wretched. am looking down into the
dark waters at the very white foam II
the Ouwark nsa Ss;D wsTe suddenly osya vreS' Tay
with with bulwark. Silent anguish.
Can anything on the Continent be worth
this ~! Observation-Disclosures pictures
pleasures Of Paris-can't be worth this
and Oh! Iue got to come back
aqqan! -! Stagger 10 staircase. Com
panion / mean. ''Quite The jovial lar, eh !"
asks the captain, who Is lighting another filthy,
beastly cigar. YES" answer in somebody
ese's voice, and feeling that, if could see
my face, l should never recognize The once
Joyous author OF Typical Developments. Go
down stairs. Horribly awkward stairs. Why
couldn't they be made straight down. instead
of curling round specially in q steamboat
one so particularly
wants to go straight. To my cabin.
Will undress and regularly 60 to bed.
Happy Thought, Give myself the idea of
being quite at nome. Haven't fastened door;
1t bangs against me, against It, then it bangs
back again, when bang against chair, then
against side, then my head against upper
berth, then nearly into lower berth, then over
portmanteau, then clutch on desperately by
side of lower berth and try to recover myself.
Tear my things Off; try to hand them up neat
ly. Dash at hook. The hook comes 10 me,
and fall back against berth; everything seems
to be going tOpsy-turvy; collapse, like punch
doll without any middle joints, into lower
berth; on the whole rather astonsned to lind
myself there. Shut my eyes.
Open them again, very quickly. Awful sensa-
tion. 1 am wide awake, and painfally con-
scious Of the oil lamp, and want OF air. Out
of berth again, TO open door; same perform
anee as before. Put chair adroitly bets cen
open door and wall; chance for air now. Stag
ger-bump-pause lor breath. Stagger again;
fighting with everything, berth, WashsLand,
door, chails, which all apparently keep COM
ing at him. ! notice the name of Scott Rus
sell in the washing stand basin. l
hold on. I wonder. Did
Scott Russell make the washstand
or the ship = it SO why
didn't he. Lnrch-banc
into berth again, backward, anyhow, ex-
hansted. = All! r shall [ have
to pet I'm again? If not =