Carricaton 20 May, 1891. and that this place had writings or inscriptions met. As I came on deck again, and were some pitching and rolling in the full swell of the Atlantic. The view of penula or we were gradually leaving it behind me very fine. We saw from land, where Vroman Rockys viewed the haunts of Venus quite distinctly. An almost barren looking place. The boat was so small that it was impossible to stand up on the little deck many by the pitching, and sometime had to hold on by the iron stanchions of the awning. After what a couple of hours steaming we came to a rock called Kick-Em-Jenny, on which there were multitudes of birds. The Captain of the Steam "Walktram" blew the whistle as we passed the rock, and the birds flew up in clouds. It was really a wonderful sight. Birds big and small, old and young, set madly on the wing, and the air resounded with their shrieks and cries. Gulls of several kinds, terns, boobies, + frigate birds all hustling each other in the air or flopping down into the sea, made up a sight worth to be followed. Passing Kick-'em-Jenny is the roughest part of the voyage, and I began to feel rather queer before the third violent bultom. Brevis was called up agains the cabin window, and before long I quickly bent to the side and paid tribute to Arisptune. It was the first time I had been seasick for years, and hopefully for me the unpleasant sentiments passed after I had given that