My Poor Goat Died Suddenly The Other
Day, To The General Grief Of The Ship; Also One Of The Tortoises.
The Poor Consumptive Lad Is Wonderfully Better.
But all the
passengers were very sick during the rough weather, except S- and
I, who are quite old salts.
Last week we saw a young whale, a
baby, about thirty feet long, and had a good view of him as he
played round the ship. We shall probably be at St. Helena on
Wednesday, but I cannot write from thence, as, if there is time, I
shall get a run on shore while the ship takes in water. But this
letter will tell you of my well-being so far, and in about six
weeks after the date of it I hope to be with you. I hope you won't
expect too much in the way of improvement in my health. I look
forward, oh, so eagerly, to be with you again, and with my brats,
big and little. God bless you all.
Yours ever,
L. D. G.
Wednesday, 28th. - Early morning, off St. Helena, James Town.
Such a lovely UNREAL view of the bold rocks and baby-house forts on
them! Ship close in. Washer-woman come on board, and all hurry.
Au revoir.
*** END OF LETTERS FROM THE CAPE by Lady Duff Gordon ***
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