If he was, no dog was ever in such a plight! At last the early dawn struggled through the deadlights.
"At last," I groaned, "we shall soon be in the Lough!" "Where are we ?" said a plaintive voice from the midst of the heap which for the last few hours had regularly rolled on the top of me whenever we lurched to larboard.
"Off the Isle of Man," was the reply.

"Shouldn't wonder if we get a bit of a sea going past, too." Off the Isle of Man! Only half way, and a bit of a sea expected as we went past! I closed my eyes, and wished our bank might break before morning! Whether the "bit of sea" came up to expectations or not I know not.

I was in no condition to criticise even my own movements.

I believe that as time went on I became gradually amalgamated with the larger roiling heap of fellow-sufferers on the floor, and during the last hour or so of our misery rolled in concert with them.

But I should be sorry to state positively that it was so.
All I know is that about a hundred years after we had passed the Isle of Man I became suddenly awake to the consciousness that something tremendous had happened.