It is a curious effect, when one is sailor enough to bear it without alarm.
"Eh!" said the American; "here is the good old Caspian shaking her skin." "Are you subject to seasickness ?" I asked.
"No more than a porpoise," said he.

"Are you ever seasick ?" he continued to his neighbor.
"Never," said Miss Horatia Bluett.
On the other side of the table there was an interchange of a few words in French.
"You are not unwell, Madame Caterna ?" "No, Adolphe, not yet; but if this continues, I am afraid--" "Well, Caroline, we had better go on deck.

The wind has hauled a point to the eastward, and the _Astara_ will soon be sticking her nose in the feathers." His way of expressing himself shows that "Monsieur Caterna"-- if that was his name--was a sailor, or ought to have been one.

That explains the way he rolls his hips as he walks.
The pitching now becomes very violent.

The majority of the company cannot stand it.