Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War — John Shaqi
Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand WarHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
Maori and Settler: A Story of The New Zealand War
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Māori (New Zealand people) -- Juvenile fiction; New Zealand -- History -- Juvenile fiction
"That is the best way," Mr. Atherton said as he joined them in their
walk, and caught the last sentence. "There is nothing like keeping up as
long as possible; because if you do so it will sometimes pass off after
a short time, whereas if you give up and take to your berth it is sure
to run its course, which is longer or shorter according to
circumstances--sometimes two days and sometimes five; but I should say
that people who are what you may call fair sailors generally get over it
in two days, unless the weather is very bad. So fight against it as long
as you can, and when you cannot bear it any longer I will wrap you up in
rugs, and you shall have my great chair to curl up in close by the lee
bulwark. But determination goes a long way, and you may get over it yet.
You take my arm, you won't throw me off my balance; while if the vessel
gives a sharper roll than usual, you and your brother may both lose your
feet together."
As soon as they started on their walk Mr. Atherton began an amusing
story of some adventure of his in the Western States of America, and
Marion was so interested that she forgot all about her uncomfortable
sensation, and was astonished when on hearing the lunch-bell ring she
discovered she was getting perfectly well.
"Where is Wilfrid?" she asked.
"There he is, leaning over the lee bulwark; the fiend of sea-sickness
has him in its grip."
"Only think of Wilfrid being unwell and me being all right! You have
quite driven it away, Mr. Atherton, for I was feeling very poorly when I
began to walk with you."
"I will go down and get you some luncheon and bring it up here to you.
Curl yourself up in my chair until I return, and do not think more about
the motion than you can help. You had better not go near your
brother--people who are ill hate being pitied."
An hour later Wilfrid went below. In the evening, however, the wind
dropped considerably, and the next morning the sea was sparkling in the
sunlight, and the _Flying Scud_ was making her way along with a scarcely
perceptible motion. Thenceforth the weather was delightful throughout
the voyage to Rio. The passengers found upon closer acquaintance that
they all got on well together, and the days passed away pleasantly. In
the evenings the piano was brought up from the cabin on to the deck, and
for two or three hours there was singing, varied by an occasional dance
among the young people.
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