I wished to express my feelings -- I wished to lift up my voice and sing; but I did not know anything to sing, and so I was obliged to give up the idea.

It was no loss to the ship, though, perhaps.
It was breezy and pleasant, but the sea was still very rough.

One could not promenade without risking his neck; at one moment the bowsprit was taking a deadly aim at the sun in midheaven, and at the next it was trying to harpoon a shark in the bottom of the ocean.

What a weird sensation it is to feel the stem of a ship sinking swiftly from under you and see the bow climbing high away among the clouds! One's safest course that day was to clasp a railing and hang on; walking was too precarious a pastime.
By some happy fortune I was not seasick .-- That was a thing to be proud of.

I had not always escaped before.