It may be my stomach, or it may have something to do with the rocking of the steamer on Friday night.

It may be what the doctors fear, my overtaxed brain, or it may be something else.
Whatever it is, it is very awkward while it lasts.

Fifty-seven souls for the day.
"Monday, _February_ 14, 1910 .-- Left by the 12:37 p.m.train for Groningen.

Slept a good bit of the way.

Arrived about 5:12 p.m.
Reception very remarkable, considering the population is only some 78,000.