up. "I'm going to find Uncle Fred," I said, and skated away across the deck, as gay as you please.
I went away up in the bow and sat down on that same coil of rope; and began wondering what Bess did in a case like this. I'd have given a whole lot to know, and to be able to do it myself, for I felt exactly like dish-water, and I'd been fighting it for an hour. I had made up my mind that I positively wouldn't be sick; but I might as well have made up my mind to stop turning somersaults, coming down that sand dune; for it was evident that I wasn't the boss in this case.
Just then along came Bess, clinging to the rail, her cheeks red and the wind whipping her hair. She came up to where I was, and stood holding onto the flag-staff and looking down at me; but there wasn't a bit of "tease" in her eyes.
"Bess," I said, "I know exactly how a churn feels. The only ambition that stirs its soul, is for the dasher to let up for just one little second, so that it can get square with the world again, and start over."
Bess sat down beside me. "Chet," she said, "did you notice the effect the captain and his
