Friday, November 24th, 1871.
—We are getting very comfortable, and curl ourselves round on board wonderfully. It is truly strange that one bears up as one does against the remarkable proceedings that take place before the dawn. Heavy trucks full of chains and broken crockery appear to be rattled full speed overhead with an occasional triumphant upset of the whole concern ; the engines are seized with dreadful prolonged snores and the poor ducks in the midst of the hurly-burly keep up a confidential querulous quacking. The same symptoms (only not so aggravated) occur about 9 p.m.
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