'Well!' said Mark, getting himself into a sitting posture, after various
ineffectual struggles with the rolling of the ship. 'This is the first
time as ever I stood on my head all night.'
'You shouldn't go to sleep upon the ground with your head to leeward
then,' growled a man in one of the berths.
'With my head to WHERE?' asked Mark.
The man repeated his previous sentiment.
'No, I won't another time,' said Mark, 'when I know whereabouts on the
map that country is. In the meanwhile I can give you a better piece of
advice. Don't you nor any other friend of mine never go to sleep with
his head in a ship any more.'
The man gave a grunt of discontented acquiescence, turned over in his
berth, and drew his blanket over his head.
'--For,' said Mr Tapley, pursuing the theme by way of soliloquy in a low
tone of voice; 'the sea is as nonsensical a thing as any going. It never
knows what to do with itself. It hasn't got no employment for its
mind, and is always in a state of vacancy. Like them Polar bears in the
wild-beast shows as is constantly a-nodding their heads from side to
side, it never CAN be quiet.
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