Osa Johnson adventures
It would have been a very pleasant journey except for the fact that in fair weather or foul the boat lunged, dipped, tipped, and surged, shifting and twisting with never an instant of quiet. Many times during a heavy blow the rails and deck would be buried in the sea. Sometimes the ship would be lifted high on the crest of a billow and the next moment plunged into a trough to be surrounded by towering waves.



