The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1874-01-16

were only gong to Accra now aud coming straight
back, why. then. think, could CO."
what DO you say, Mr.. Correspondent ~
wen, yoa soe, II Mr.. Agent was going to AIDA
where Glover Is wouldn't mind going. because he
knows the whole coast But going to Accra
DOESN'T tempt me ct all. besides should only be
eating over the side the whole way. No, don't
think can CO."
Every well. Mr.. Agent We shall 60 down to
Accra, and If can get the Information l need
| there shall come back at once. WIN that suit
| your book ?" The new arrangement suited Mr..
Agent, though 1t evidently was labor TO get his
mind up to the travelling pitch, Is he begged me to
defer starting until next morning.
You must know thar the agent OF the great Lon
don house Ia kind OF q king on the Gold Coast He
has sub-agents everywhere all or whom keep very
| hOspitabIe houses. He is the man whom we ex-
pect will cash our bills by and BY, when ready
money Is Rone ana he is the man who could fur
nIsh me with more coal If required any. 1t was,
| therefore, matter Of policy to submit to the Co.
prices and humors OF such an important man.
At seven O'Clock A. NJ. we proceeded on board
| the DauntIess, and were about to weigh anchor
when asked the agent II We had remembered the
oil cans.
| No, he had not; he would send men immediately
alter the oil, which he did, after damntng himself
considerably for the possession OF bad memory.
|
the engines, neither was IL light matter to send
boat back through that AWFUL SURF which the
apathy OF che English has left to be curse and an
annoyance to all who seek this part OF the Gold
Coast We had both, In coming through the frantic
surf, been drenched to the skin by vicious wave
which had simply wetted US for spite though 1t
might have drowned Us had we made any mistake
and submitted the boat to its power The caprice
OF the agent had induced me to send my own en-
rim 0hnpnf
his employ for the trip, and the neglect Of the Oil
was his mistake.
ALL ABOARD!
Patience, mixed with little under-current OF
fuming and fretting obtained Its reward finally.
The oil cans came on board. we cut adrft from the
surf boas We sounded our whistle for parting
signal, we up anchor and steamed TO 'Ieewardn-
that Is towards the east. along the African shore.
at the rate OF nine knots per hour.
The eyes OF the whole neet, consisting OF eight
vessels-ofwar. were on us the glasses OF the Cas-
tie garrison were evelleo at US; along tue crests
OF the seven hills were spectators gazing to-
wards the little HERALD yacht Dauntless. plunging
dauntessiy through the long, rolling surfy waves
q the Atlantic.
was falling-not falling. but gradually sinking
into delicious stupor, soft, quiet ecstacy-being
luned into q day dreaming inconsistencies, or
hstlessness, rather-by the gentle grading of the
deep by the soft, pure, healthy breezes which
stole whisperingy under our awning; by the Iuxu-
RANT scenery OF the tropics, which was banked up
on our left In palm-clad hummocks and low ranges.
We had reached Annamaboe, about ten miles
from Cape Coast Castle, within very short time.
it seemed TO me, when was awakened from the
repose OF mind and body and the influence of the
wind, the sky and the scenery. by gurgling sound
proceeding from my friend the agent through
whose good offces expected to have my note.
book full OF interesting notes respecting the war;
''What is the matter, my friend" asked "Sicki
eh? IL will do you good"
"Oh. much good; bile, you see, collects quickly
in these tropical countries that really when one in.
hales fresn sea air the whole system seems TO re.
volt at the tax laid upon it by the vicious bile
when ashore, and gladly frees itself from that
which choked and impeded the machinery Of
Neutrality-suspicious. body. feel much better al.
ready. But what in the name OF fortune Is the
matter with the engineY"
"EhY wnasg OF course we have considerably
slackened. hav'nt wes What can be the matter I
wondcrgn
The engineer was at once questioned imperiously
upon this subject He answered that he himself
had been wondering what the matter could be- and
he had been anxiousy asking himself the question,
besides examining carefully
TIE ENGINE AND MACHINERY.
the boiler was not adapted for salt water. He had
started with eighty pounds OF steam, but it had
gradually got lower and lower until he had no
than fifteen pounds lett, and, though there
was a splendid fire. he gould not increase the
steam power.
The yacht was going at the rate OF about two
knots an hour. My friend the agent was perfectly
miserable from the dsagreeabIlity imposed on him
by Neptune. The sky lost its cerulean aspect and
assumed gloomy color. which was assured by
the agent who knew the coast well, was the fore.
runner OF tornado.
"My God,~ said he. 81 would not be overtaken
Nothing would save US. We are only 500 yards
from the beach, and If she can't do better than
this she would be driven ashore IN no time. vote
we 90 back before 1t is too late"
turned her head around, lnwardly vowlng that
once 1 lanaed him should continue my voyage
without him.
In couple OF hours we we're abreast OF the fleet
we had lett three hours before full OF hap
piest antictpatons. Everything seemed Changed
IN that short time. Our own thoughts were suen.
BAFPLED HoPBs
turned the mind sour, the sky was OF ah inky
biackness, the was DARK, the land appeared
o'erhung with murky pail there was no pleas
antness in anything, looked we inwaYdy out
wardly. suddenly the innnei gave q roar, and
before we could recover from our astonishment
the engineer shouted through the rising breeze -
'it's all right now SIR; the camper was up that's
all, sir. She will 90 now, SIR She will beat any.
thing about this neighborhoOd."
'Shan we 60 back, Mr.. Agent, Would 1t not be
better for Us to continue the voyages The engineer
has found the secret out.n said.
"All right,n he answered. III you think there
are no more secrets that may wreck US I'm willing
| to prosecute the VOYAGE
Considering that the gentleman was miserably
seasick and that advancing tornadoes are not to
! be sneezed at on this coast when on ooara tiny
steamer like ours the answer was pucky one,
worthy OF the best John Bull that ever became sea-
sick.
The little yacht was now throbbing through every
beam in her, the steam sized and swished yipor.