Jan. 22. We crossed the line to-day. Nov. 22d we crossed it in the
Atlantic. By land over the continent where we then were is four
thousand miles; but we have sailed thirteen thousand. We are two days
behind the ship’s shortest passage, and we watch the winds. To sit on
deck in a summer suit, listening to the music of the water as the ship
glides along, and watching the light and shadows, is perfect enjoyment
to an invalid feeling that this medicine is accomplishing a cure.