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Sunday 25th sees us still sailing westward, with a very heavy sea & head wind. The wind seems to be a very strong combination of the Roaring Forties shrie Piping Fifties & Shrieking Sixties, as it bursts upon us with fierce squalls containing all those musical sounds, driving the more settled stomachs to the stinking security of the mess decks, & the weaker ones to the sides to contribute liberally to the fishes, & be drenched by the heavy seas breaking aboard. So far the food has been good & it is with pleasure that I chronicle the appearance of sausages, eggs, bacon, kidney, pineapple &c. We have had little drill, but there is every promise that as soon as we leave the Bight with its rough seas behind that we will not be complaining.
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