He had got on pretty well in his book while he was in Nassau, and so just took it up now and went right along.
The lamps swung so far backward and forward above the table that we thought they would certainly spill the oil over us in one of their wild pitches; the settees by the table slid under us as the ship rolled, so that there was no comfort, and any one who tried to walk from one place to another had to hang on to whatever he could get hold of, or be tumbled up against the tables or the wall.

Some folks got sea-sick and went to bed, but we tried to stick it out as long as we could.
The storm grew worse and worse.

Sometimes a big wave would strike the side of the steamer, just behind us, with a tremendous shock.

The ladies were always sure she had "struck something" when this happened; but when they found it was only water that she had struck, they were better satisfied.

At last, things grew to be so bad that we thought we should have to go to bed and spend the night holding on to the handles at the back of our berths, when, all of a sudden, there was a great change.