Grand River times. [volume] (Grand Haven, Mich.) 1851-18??, 1853-02-02
scribblings by the way. No. 3.
From our Correspondent.

MEssRs This is July Is, and our goodly
ship is ready for sea. My trunks have gone
aboard A few niceities, such as can be taken
to sea, and such withal as are quite necessary
especially for a sick landsman on his first voy-
age, have been added. These were selected un-
der the kind superintendent of lady, the wife
of dear friend, who himself has rendered i'm
portant service in the purchase of an outfit
They know precisely what man wants, having
made several sea voyages themselves-very
useful instruction for novice. In fact the lady
herself was born at the Sandwich Islands, and
is the daughter of Missionary long resident
there. So | am likely 20 have as pleasant a
voyage as the nature of the case will admit
But while write message from Capt. Chan
dler, summons me aboard My heart futters
with excitement! Pleasure, regret, high antci-
pations and ominous dread of the future all
mingled, and each struggling for ascendancy,
produce a state Of mental and physical agita-
ton, such as never felt before. While the de-
cisive step was dim in the distance, and was
only going, did not kno,o achere, was calm
enough. But now as it stares me full III the
face, | can hardly control my feelings. But
60.
In an hour we were gliding down the beauti-
full bay Of New York. with gentle breeze
from the Northwest. As we passed out from
the Narrows, the wind freshened and our no.
bic ship with all sails set, bore away CALAMITY.
Between Sandy Hook and Coney Island we met
the Baltic, one Of the Collins line Of steamers
just coming in from Liverpool. The scene was
we'll calculated to fill landsman with delight.
A fresh breeze from the N. w. but no sea. Two
or three swan like pilot boats were now scud-
ding about in different directions. In the dis
lance, far out on the limitless ocean was a sail
I" hull down." The noble Baltic, like man.
moth sea-horse, stemming wind and tide, as if
life depended upon his carrying that white
bone" safe into port, the ocean before us, the
land, our country and all that is dear, fast rece-
ding behind. This last thought and the vivid re-
membranes it brought with it, spread cloud
over the soul, and you need not wonder at the
few drops of rain that distilled from it. Ienvy
uOJ tNo ulstl WIZ 10 toO iiuCH VI q h"u VfCi W
weep
July l6. When crept out of my berth this
morning, after a sound sleep and the pleasant
est kind of dreams of home and the loved ones
far away, my toilet was soon made, wanted to
get upon deck and see If could see anything.
saw the wide ocean and nothing else. The
land was sunk, the steamship gone, the pilot
boats flown. The wide waste of waters COW
cred the circumference of vision. The sea was
comparatively smooth and the dreaded seasick-
ness was not-yet.
An incident-amost an accident-occurred
this A. M. A sailor sent up to the main-to'-
gallant-yard, to set something to rights, lost his
hold of the foot-rope and fell. Like raw
landsman | was looking on. Every man held
his breath, expecting he would be instantly kill
ed by the fall. But by dextrous movement
he caught in the rigging, and came down as he
went up, the worse only in few sprains.
lost my dinner to-day, but not my supper,
for could not eat it.
Yours, ii. II. E.