Beadle's Dime Novels, No. 11 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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SEA-SICKNESS. 7 Another moment and the sailors were off, Mr. Herman Goreham keeping them company, while Minerva was conduct- ed to the handsome cabin, and shown her own pretty state- room, by the stewardess. Here she dismissed the woman and sat down, listening in- tently that she might catch the faintest flash of the oars on their quick return. Strangely enough, a drowsiness crept over her, and, giving way to the sudden languor, she fell asleep. When she awoke, a midnight darkness was around her, and fora moment she knew not where she was. A sullen sound and uneasy motion convinced her all at once that the vessel was under way, and had been perhaps for hours. A blank horror seized her—could she be alone? The clattering of the doors, the trembling of the ship, convinced her that she must be at sea, and ina high wind. She tried the door of her state- room, standing up as best she could. A sudden lurch sent her out into the cabin where she caught at the long table and strove to steady herself, that she might look about her. There was no sign of life there. The lantern swung dismally, and the bolts and casings creaked and groaned. Overhead were sounds of tramping feet and shouting voices. Totally unac- quainted with a ship as she was, she gazed from end to end of the long cabin in utter dismay. Of course Herman was on board. He had come at the appointed time, supposed her asleep and would not disturb her. Which of the state-rooms, whose gilding looked so ghastly in the dim light, could be his? And yet he might just have knocked at her door. Perhaps he did; she must have slept very soundly not to hear. A feeling of desolation came over her in spite of her hope, that sent the tears gushing to her eyes. Ifshe could only see one human face—if the captain could come in, or the stewardess. But this horrible rolling—this deathly faintness that now crept over her, shrouding as it were, soul and body in its hideous mantle. At any rate, she must get back to her state-room, and there lis- ten for the captain. It,could not be very long till morning if the vessel started at twelve, and she had probably slept some hours. The damp sea-wind chilled her, and an undefinable fear weighed down her spirit, She returned to her state- room and sank uneasily on her narrow bed. Til as she felt herself growing, she did not call for assistance, but waited pa- Ccomiclooolks.comnn)