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Mrs. Samuel Leeds cookbook and travel diary, 1856

Journal Entry 2

of water, at High tide, had left our Pilot, at the Station boat, and were at Sea. In company with us all and bound to the same Port (Liverpool) sailed five other ships, - "Dreadnought" "Artie" "Cultivator" , "Sam. H. Fox" & Manhattan.
As our ship had no Ice House, we were destitute of Milk, (on which account I abjured Tea or Coffee) and our fresh meat was exhausted before sailing, although we still had a few preserved meats
By Tuesday - the 6th - most of the Passengers were suffering from Sea Sickness, which lasted for several days. Of it's unpleasant sensations I know nothing, having suffered only the loss of my appetite for about a week. Of it's effects I had most palpable evidence afforded by my fellow inmates of the Cabin. In fact, out of mere sympathy I disposed of my own Breakfast one morning, in such an unpremeditated manner, as to remember the mere eating of it a waste of time.
Of crying children and a dirty steward I say nothing, for having to endure both these evils, I prudently determined to be worried by neither

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of water, at High tide, had left our Pilot, at the Station boat, and were at Sea. In company with us all and bound to the same Port (Liverpool) sailed five other ships, - "Dreadnought" "Artie" "Cultivator" , "Sam. H. Fox" & Manhattan. As our ship had no Ice House, we were destitute of Milk, (on which account I abjured Tea or Coffee) and our fresh meat was exhausted before sailing, although we still had a few preserved meats By Tuesday - the 6th - most of the Passengers were suffering from Sea Sickness, which lasted for several days. Of it's unpleasant sensations I know nothing, having suffered only the loss of my appetite for about a week. Of it's effects I had most palpable evidence afforded by my fellow inmates of the Cabin. In fact, out of mere sympathy I disposed of my own Breakfast one morning, in such an unpremeditated manner, as to remember the mere eating of it a waste of time. Of crying children and a dirty steward I say nothing, for having to endure both these evils, I prudently determined to be worried by neither