I looked about me, but could see no one to give me the least idea of my position.

Could it be that we were on our way out to Corfu, and that I had been ill for some time past?
But this cabin had little resemblance to a transport; perhaps it might be a frigate--I knew not.

Then again, were we sailing, or at anchor, for the ship was nearly motionless; at this instant a tremendous noise like thunder crashed through my head, and for a moment I expected we had exploded, and would be all blown up; but an instant after I discovered it must be the escape of the steam, and that I was on board a packet ship.
Here, then, was some clue to my situation, and one which would probably have elicited all in due season; but just at this moment a voice on deck saved me from any further calculations.

Two persons were conversing whose voices were not altogether unknown to me, but why I knew not.
"Then, Captain, I suppose you consider this as an excellent passage." "Yes, of course I do," replied the captain, "it's only five hours since we left Howth, and now you see we are nearly in; if we have this run of the tide we shall reach the Head before twelve o'clock." "Ha! ha!" said I to myself, "now I begin to learn something.

So we have crossed the channel while I was sleeping--not the least agreeable thing for a man to hear who suffers martyrdom from sea sickness--but let me listen again." "And that large mountain there--is that Snowdon ?" "No.