St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-01-04
NAL DE MER.
"A Sailors Remedy for Seasick.
ness, Which Is Said to Be Infal1i.

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able.
A correspondent of the st. James
Gazette (London) sends the following:
1T was in the Bay of Biscay that it
happened. We had had somewhat
tedious run down the channel in the
teeth of strong westerly gales, and the
fourth day from leaving port found our
little steamer not very far south of
Ushant. The sea Oil every side was
mounting to the week.-mrs. cheek in the
most orthodox fashion. AS the steam
ship Miranda climbed roller there was
the torture of suspense, as she descend
ed there was despair, and as at each
plunge her screw revolyed for a
moment i'll space there was con-
stantly recurring climax of agony.
For four days | had been
seaslck. PROSTATE, chilled. with misery
in occupation of every nook and Granny
of my mind and body, felt, as | have
never done before nor since, that life
was not worth living. If the waves
that went surging darkly past the Mir
anda'S portfolios, and came slashng
over and anon upon her hurricane deck,
had combined to swallow us up, | could
not have found it in me to utter a cry
of that 'fortitude from heaven which,
according to Prospero, raised in him AN
undergoing stomach to bear up against
what should ensue.' My stomach had
gone under certainly: but to call it at
that time and in that most volatile
place AN undergoing stomach were to
mock at calamity.
Il was on my last legs as far as en-
durance is oncerned-though,-t to tell
the truth, was lying on my back and,
except i'll metaphor, was on my legs
very rarely, and then with disastrous
result-when deliverance came. So true
it is that it is always darkest before the
dawn. George, the first mate, was look
ing down the skylight at me. You're
having a hard time of it, SIR said he ::
and then he went on. i know something
that would cure vou-the sailors rem
edy.' What is it?' asked, reused into
animation and we'll nigh cheerfulness
at these words of hope. The exuberance
of an instant was quickly checked, and
l sank back damp and inert, when
George observed: You'd never
take if. sir, but it would cure
YOU After brief reflection l NUT
tered bitterly, 1T isn't arsenic, is
it?" No, SIR said he, it isn't arsenic
Then what in the name of goodness is
it? If it's tar I'll take if. Pm bad
enough, and l think could manage tar,
shook his head, and it was clear that
tar wasn't in it. Come, George said
|, out with it. What is it! Pm game
for anything that will bring me round
We'll, SIR he began, it's a bit homely
and simple like, and we call it 1.-The
sailors remedy" IT'S never known to
fail. You just drink a tumblerful of
salt water, SIR | was up in an instant.
Bring me bucketful at once, George.
Don't talk about tumbler; quickly,
there's good fellow; buckettul.'
''ln few minutes the mate was de-
scending the companion stairs. carry
ing carefully large ships bucket full
of the fluid was pining for. On shelf
near was a gint mug, which L buried in
the brine, drawing it forth full.
drained it to the bottom. Again | nlled
the beaker, and again quaffed its con-
tents. Hurriedly l retired to my cabin,
and l will harrow no mans feelings by
putting into written sentences the i'm
mediatelv succeeding moments of my
career. | was under cloud, but that
cloud had silver lining. Twenty min
uteS elapsed, and, clad in macintosh
and Southwestern was standing by the
mates side on deck, enjoying =
absolutely enlOylng-tQe caVOrtlng OF
abe Miranda. Thanks, George said
1, it's complete cure; but
how on earth is it cureP" Giving his
trousers hitch-'a trick as Mr.Gilbert
has remarked, all seamen larn,' he re-
plied-'Well, it's what we call the
sailors remedy; but the rights of it, the
why and the wherefore, so to speak, Pm
in a bit of a puzzle over. Though not
exactly either. sir. You see. on land
your stomach is pretty quiet. Here, it
is now up. now down, and worked all
about, and it churnS, and it churns, and
it churns, just like churning- machine.
Anyhow, the stomach gets sore and re-
Jects food. Now, what l hold, sir. is
that salt water pickles is just as pork is
picked. That's my version of the
cure George may be right or wrong;
but never since have l been sick at sea.
To martyrs to mai de mer / say en-
shatically try picked stomach Crede
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