Mary F. Nixon-Roulet,
Jean, Our Little Australian Cousin
“ Suddenly a great waterspout seemed to rise up like an inky-black pillar from sea to sky. The ship tossed about and pitched so badly that it was impossible to keep one's feet and Mr. Hume led his little party to the cabin. "'I THOUGHT PACIFIC MEANT PEACEFUL,' SAID FERGUS." "Oh, Father! what shall we do?" cried Jean, frightened."Go to sleep is the best thing to do if you can," he said, and the children were put to bed in their berths, in which they could hardly stay, so violent was the pitching of the ship. ”
