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THE CAMP OF DEATH.
Everything went well upon that voyage, except with me personally.

Not having been on the ocean since I was a child, I, who am naturally no good sailor, was extremely ill as day by day we ploughed through seas that grew ever more rough.

Also, strong as I was, that fearful ride had overdone me.

Added to these physical discomforts was my agonising anxiety of mind, which I leave anyone with imagination to picture for himself.