After that all the well people walked arm-in-arm up and down the long promenade deck, enjoying the fine summer mornings, and the seasick ones crawled out and propped themselves up in the lee of the paddle-boxes and ate their dismal tea and toast, and looked wretched.

From eleven o'clock until luncheon, and from luncheon until dinner at six in the evening, the employments and amusements were various.

Some reading was done, and much smoking and sewing, though not by the same parties; there were the monsters of the deep to be looked after and wondered at; strange ships had to be scrutinized through opera-glasses, and sage decisions arrived at concerning them; and more than that, everybody took a personal interest in seeing that the flag was run up and politely dipped three times in response to the salutes of those strangers; in the smoking room there were always parties of gentlemen playing euchre, draughts and dominoes, especially dominoes, that delightfully harmless game; and down on the main deck, "for'rard" -- for'rard of the chicken-coops and the cattle--we had what was called "horse billiards." Horse billiards is a fine game.

It affords good, active exercise, hilarity, and consuming excitement.

It is a mixture of "hop-scotch" and shuffleboard played with a crutch.