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December 23, 1893


JAMA. 1893;XXI(26):961-965. doi:10.1001/jama.1893.02420780009001d

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Sea life is not new to me. I commenced my professional career by acting for nearly two years as Surgeon in the Peninsular and Oriental Company's service, and my autumnal holiday since then has never appeared to me to be satisfactory or complete, unless part of it has been spent on board ship.

I never was seasick. I love the sea in its calm and pleasant mood, when the waves lazily lap the steamer with the kiss of friendship, and I am not distressed when they turn upon it as an intruder and lashed by the fury of a storm seek to bury it in the ocean's depths. In all its moods, bright or dark, the sea has for me a wonderful charm, for I admire its vastness, its grandeur, and its boundless power, except when the fog horn is heard or an iceberg looms in sight.

So when I

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