Had a very restless night. After 1 o'clock the ship rolled tremendously
and between one and two I heard a considerable bump, the vessel lurched
and we shipped a heavy sea, that is the water flowed over us. I
continued in a state of great suspense hearing all sorts of things
tumbling about and my looking glass dashed on to me in my berth; put my
knees against one side and my back to the other to prevent being tumbled
out. For the first time began to regret coming. Often near asleep and
then the vessel so much on one side I could not help fearing it going
over. Not being able to sleep I got up before seven A.M. Found the sea
very greatly agitated and the atmosphere thick as if occasioned by the
foam. Looked over the stern and observed two gulls in pursuit of
anything we might throw away. The ocean has the appearance of hills and
vales and the heaving on one side I found was occasioned by going up the
sides of the hills. Felt qualmish but took some breakfast. After reading
Watson's "Life" I turned again into bed till near one P.M. Then went on
deck; four disagreeables, cold, no wind and that wrong, rain, and rather
sickly. An elderly sailor at the helm said we had a strong gale in the
night; but at this time of year it was not much minded and told me it
was quite impossible for the ship to go over on one side. Fourteen
dismal dirty looking geese turned out to promenade the deck. Saw a ship
yesterday. The gale again increased towards evening and I feared a poor
night. A very good pancake half way across the Atlantic.