Eating, sleeping, walking on deck, and watching the ever-changing ocean are about all that most people care to do.

The sail down the harbor that bright, warm evening was beautiful, and, we lingered on deck in the moonlight until a late hour.
I slept but little, that night, as two cats kept running in and out of my stateroom, and my berth was so narrow that I could only lie in one position--as straight as if already in my coffin.

Under such circumstances I spent the night, thinking over everything that was painful in my whole life, and imagining all the different calamities that might befall my family in my absence.

It was a night of severe introspection and intense dissatisfaction.

I was glad when the morning dawned and I could go on deck.