MARK TWAIN

propeller flange, like the humming bird's buzz—lulling
and not unpleasant.

June S. Certainly the sunniest and most beautiful day
the Atlantic ever saw. But little sea—though what there is
would be seriously fell on a smaller vessel. This one has
no motion.

The phosphorescent waves at night are very intense on
the black surface.

Life preservers: Square blocks of cork—Nicholson
pavement—over my head, supported on slats.

I have often yearned to know how you get them down
and how you use them, and I think it a mark of the per-
fection of my native procrastination that I continually put
it oil. Arc there ten in our 300 who have clone differently?

Divans all around a great square salon, occupied by
silent folk in the squeamish stage. A piano in there-
hated by the above.

Contrasts between the menu here and that of the old
Cunarder, with the candles out at eleven, without notice.

June ii, 1891. The loneliness of a ship at 4 A.M. Saw
just one person, for an instant, flit thru the gray of
yesterday's dawn. Very rough—winds singing—first wet
deck. Electrics seem to burn dim. Smoking sty stunk un-
endurably.

Susy: (of the French) "Their gesticulations are so out
of proportion to what they arc saying."

Hell or Heidelberg, whichever you come to, first.

This is the first hint of the story he was to
write a few years later called The Man who
Corrupted Hadleyburg\ at least, the first hint of
the sentence "Hell or Hadlcyburg."
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