好望角记-Letters from the Cape: Letters from the Cape
by Lady Duff Gordon
LETTER I - THE VOYAGE
Wednesday, 24th July. Off the Scilly Isles, 6 P.M.
When I wrote last Sunday, we put our pilot on shore, and went down Channel.  It soon came on to blow, and all night was squally and rough.  Captain on deck all night.  Monday, I went on deck at eight.  Lovely weather, but the ship pitching as you never saw a ship pitch - bowsprit under water.  By two o-clock a gale came on; all ordered below.  Captain left dinner, and, about six, a sea struck us on the weather side, and washed a good many unconsidered trifles overboard, and stove in three windows on the poop; nurse and four children in fits; Mrs. T- and babies afloat, but good- humoured as usual.  Army-surgeon and I picked up children and bullied nurse, and helped to bale cabin.  Cuddy window stove in, and we were wetted.  Went to bed at nine; could not undress, it pitched so, and had to call doctor to help me into cot; slept sound.  The gale continues.  My cabin is water-tight as to big splashes, but damp and dribbling.  I am almost ashamed to like such miseries so much.  The forecastle is under water with every lurch, and the motion quite incredible to one only acquainted with steamers.  If one can sit this ship, which bounds like a tiger, one should sit a leap over a haystack.  Evidently, I can never be sea- sick; but holding on is hard work, and writing harder.