I was crossing the Atlantic on the SS Nieuw Amsterdam from England in Donna. Very slowly the ship would descend into a deep valley between mountains of water, then begin to climb again, and as the propellers came out of the water the whole ship shook and in a bit we seemed to be on top of a mountain. Then the slow descent began again and as the keel hit the water there would be a crash. I never made it into the dining room. They served bullion broth on deck each morning, and all I ate on the whole voyage was three bowls of that. To keep from being too sick I stayed on deck all of every day, and with bright sun and very high winds I was bright red by New York. I then went down to Miami to friends, and they had lost their house on Florida Keys.
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