Nashville patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1858-1860, 1858-07-13
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yaliser-fook hack and ratified down to 40
South street, the hackman only charging us tsco
dollars each.
When we reached the Office, the agent was
| gone to dinner. But his 'right-bower" Jack
occupied the tripod. Jack, though only
greasy bar-keeper. was evidently promising
student under the dictatorship of the amiable
1 principal. Jack had forgotten to mention
in the morning, that it was in his power to
secure us still more comfortable location
on the ship and remarked that lit would
only cost us SIS more.r We paid it-Quack-
lebum and /. And then our tickets were pre-
tended TO be altered by the aforesaid Jack so
as to give us position in the second cabin
where we should be warmer in the cold
weather. Then Jack called the Boatman.
and the Boatman slowed us away in the
stern of little yawl, and after twisting
about and turning round the piles in a
subterranean passage under the Docks we
finally emerged into the open air and
We're pulled out into the stream to the
vessel. through cold drilling rain. For
this delightfully."- refreshing drive we had to
pay the moderate bill of S6-25 cents being
the customary fare in dry weather. We dis
charged the Boatman and climbing up the
gangway ladder at the vessels side, stood
cold and comfortably wet on the deck. We
Immediately applied to the first officer for
state-rooms at the same time showing him
our tickets. 49, -
"There are no berths ready for you yet" he
said, 'but we can fix up one with some planks
after bit" ,-erF.r -. =
| Quacklebum looked blank
| l asked the officer to show us to the second
cabin. He pointed to dark hole in the
| deck
| stood mute with establishment
"Why that's the steerage," cried Quackle-
| bum.
| Eyes sir, that is the Storage, or, as the
bogus ticket agents term 1.-THE second cabin.
You have been badly taken in, gentlemen, by
one of the s'ciadlung agents. am sorry for
it, but this is an every day occurrence, and
the ships owners can't prevent it. The
steerage is the only place that your ticket is
| good for.''
The pheelinx of Quacklebum and your
correspondent can be more easily imagined
than described. Our Indignation was too
terrible for expression at that moment. Like
an Irish funeral procession-short but gloomy
we descended, baggage in hand, the rickety
ladder which led to the Storage alias second
cabin. Shades of the departed Swedenborg!
what descent from the sunny world above.
We looked upwards and could just discern
the aperture through which we had entered.
We looked below and discovered that we were
anchored in an ocean of tobacco spit and
old bed-clothes. We looked on all sides and
beheld tiers of smoke-blacked berths all
stuffed with musty blankets from the dingy
darkness of which peered forth the uncombed
head of some inquisitive Irishman, whose
| quiet might have been disturbed by our sud-
den descent into his lair. The corners of
| this 'hole" were occupied by host OF white
headed Juveniles, squalling and yelling in
every known jargon from second hand He
brew down to Scotch Gaelic. After survey
of this never-tO-be forgotten scene, turned
to look at Quacklebum. Even in this greatest
| perplexity, it was as much as | could do to
keep from laughing outright, when beheld
his rueful countenance. s--
I'VE are sold!'' he said to me gravely.
True" | said, shut we can never stop here.
Do you watch the baggage while 1 go up and
see what can be done"
L piled to the officers, who were a gentle
manly set of fellows, and they advised US to
| wait until the Captain ca me out to the vessel,
assuring that he would see us righted. By
tha hiatt I'm abur with In
| securely out of the steerage, Captain Cutting
| came on deck and our case was stated to him.
He very kindly invited US into his cabin, and
| from him we learned that we had purchased
our Storage tickets from one of the many swind-
| ling agents who infeSt the docks, who had
| not the power to furnish first cabin tickets
and that was the reason why the accomplished
Demarest and his Jack of Trumps" SO
strongly recommended the second cabin. The
| captain gave note to the proper agents who
made liberal allowance for our bogus tickets
and from whom we procured tickets to the
first cabin, where must say, from our own
experience and from the Captains kindness
thus far, we have ample guarantee for plea
SAINT and agreeable voyage.
Qaacklebum did not forget to supply his
medicine chest with Old Bourbon-in case we
should be sea-sick, and swears most positively
that Mr. Demarest will never "turn another
Jack on US, while we are sober"
i can only, exclam with the poet that
Should we in England ever reach
A mayorshipor Pee rage
We will con denim old Dem a rest
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