New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1867-05-19
IIumors of the ship.

Under this head George Alfred Townsend
gives his experience of a voyage across the
Atlantic
For the early days of the voyage the ro-
bust people have enough to do to study the
seasick as they successfully TALL away from
meals and are heard gasping, in the last in.
version OF an emptied stomach, in the Sc
clusion of their state rooms. The desire TO
call sea-sickness by any other name that it
may smell as sweet is Il ludiCrous manlfes-
tatlon Of poor human nature Miss Raphelia
declares that she had sick headache when
she came on bOad, and knew that the
picked olives at dinner were bad for her
temperament In the mtds: of her eXplana.
ton up comes her dinner, and her anxious
papa carries her down the companion way.
Eumunds, the young attorney, declares that
the sea makes him gddy, not sick: and the
pcrseyering disgust with which he strives
to worry down plate OF fish, resting the
while, reaches its grand climax when his
mouth is pumped full by his stomach, and
he totters away, pale and OVERLOOKING ike
Il bursted sausage. Then there is the old
gentleman, Blossom, who goes to bed be-
fore you get outside of Sandy Hook, and
orders pint bottles OF champagne. in the in
genious hope that boozines aud sea-sickness
are Incompatible, He emerges on the fifth
day, horribly hUllOWeyed, to stand q sober
trial on the merits Of the sea alone, and
the spectacle of ill-humor he presents is
mournful i'll the extreme.
You are little dyspeptic, Mr.. Blossom"
says young Nlons, who is very sympathizing
No, sir" says Mr.. Blossom, 81 am not
dyspeptic. ! am nothing of the sort, sir. |
am sea-sick; sea sickness, pure and simple.
That's what's the matter with me, as my old
business partner, Flanagan Livingston, used
TO say-Oghull.l.l."
Here, to erybody's relief, Mr.. Blossom
throws up his story, there being nothing
else left of him, and dives to the saloon and
misery again.
There are several ladies who keep their
state-rooms from the beginning, eating
nothing, holding nothing, crying to the
captain to stop the ship and put them
ashore, and asking piteously whether the
next wave WIN be, as big AS the last one.
These are all hauled up on the fourth day,
and have q sensation Of being bounced up
into the air and left hanging there. But
none are so utterly miserable as the ships
bride who came on board with her groom in
al new travelling dress, of silver colored
poplin, with tear on her white veil as
she babe her mother goodbye, dropped up
on her groom's arm aud thought OF love,
protection, Paris, and presents. In two
hours she has sensation, as she stands on
the hurricane deck, Of having eaten too
much fruit cake. This increases as the
ocean draws nearer, and finally resolves IT.
self into great ache, both in the head and
stomach. Proud as Sioux brave stands
her husband. Pale as "a captive squaw is
she, wondering whether snch pains are i'm
mediately consequent upon the marriage
state, and wishing she were single again, or
had taken smother man. At last she fades
below like the specter of a mermaid, and
sobs her pillow case fun.
Poor deari She thinks that John will be
disgusted; while John, like born surgeon,
is running for hartshorn, salts, congress
water, aud brandy, all of which are thrown
at him out of the depth of her distress, and
she lives to believe that the first week Of
marriage Is the weariest of life.