Stella Rosevelt — page 16: what you’re looking at

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ieee ON THE ATLANTIC. as many in the steerage; and well it was that there were no more to share the horrors of that dreadful voyage. It had been a very gloomy passage, a severe storm arising the second day out, which had increased in violence until now—the fifth day—it appeared as if all the elements had conspired te work destruction upen the stanch ship which was faithfully ~battling with the cruel waves and toiling to bear its precious freight of human souls safely into port. It was a forlorn little company that sat shivering and trem- bling in the close saloon—only five, all out of the fifteen who had not succumbed to the seasickness—and these five had the appearance, with their pale, pinched faces, their heavy eyes and disordered attire, of feeling anything but comfortable or well. An old man of perhaps sixty years, his hair and beard white as snow, his face sallow and wrinkled, his eyes anxious and sunken, sat upon the floor—indeed, it was impossible to sit anywhere else—braced against a stationary seat, and clinging to one of the iron posts which supported the roof of the saloon. He was wrapped in a heavy shawl and two elegant rugs; his soft hat was drawn down over his forehead, and he seemed entirely oblivious of everything about him. Two spinsters, companions and sisters, lay upon cushions flat upon the floor, and, also wrapped in their rugs, looked not unlike two huge bags of wool rolling from fide to side with every motion of the boat. Another man had crept into a corner, where he tried to keep himself from pitching about by clinging to a rope which he had fastened to an immovable table. The only other occupant of the place was a little fair-haired maiden of perhaps fifteen or sixteen years. She was small and delicate, and was sitting, or trying to sit, upon the floor, not far from the old gentieman before men- tioned. _» She was wrapped in a thick woolen shawl, and her head was =) Gomicbooks: