well meant. But now I am better. And I think I will try to get up on
deck. Why, law, seasickness aint pleasant, to be sure; but then it
is worth while to bear it for the sake of crossing the sea and
beholding the other hemisphere," said Jim Morris, trying to smile
over his own illness and Ishmael's commiseration.

"God bless you, for a patient, gentle-spirited old man and a true
philosopher! When you are able to rise, Morris, I will give you my
arm up on deck and have a pallet made for you there, and the fresh
air will do you good."

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Ishmael! It is good to be ill when one is
so kindly cared for. Isn't there a gale, sir?"

"Yes, Morris, a magnificent one! The old enemies, wind and sea, are
in their most heroic moods, and are engaged in a pitched battle.
This poor ship, like a neutral power, is suffering somewhat from the
assaults of both."

"I think I will go and look on that battlefield," smiled the
professor, trying to rise.

Ishmael helped him, and when he was dressed gave him his arm and
took him up on deck, at the same time requesting one of the second-
cabin stewards to follow with a rug and cushion.

This man, wondering at the affectionate attention paid by the
stately young gentleman to his sick servant, followed them up and
made the professor a pallet near the wheel-house, on the deck.