The new Northwest. [volume] (Portland, Or.) 1871-1887, 1878-01-04
EDITORIAL CORRESPONDENCE.

] GiAtif we Nditueu the rise ana Iall oil
the mighty Pacific through the square
of glass that served to light our state
room, as wretched and retching a speci-
men of humanity as ever attempted t.
regain shattered health and restore lost
strength by voyage to a milder cline
What disgusting gsoup-drinkings those
more fortunately constituted passenger:
did keep up IN the lower cabin during
those dreadful days, to be sure and tC
what unreasonable lengths il seemed
that their merriment extended. Then
the dizzy aud aimless gyrations of the
sea-gulls, never sea-sick, always hun.
cry, now whirling backward, now round
IN circles, aud again swooping c'l mass,
after the scraps cast overheard from the
ships larder, their tireless activity was
really exhausling 10 the sea-sick be-
holder.
as not this dreadfully rough ," we
gasped, as, clinging to the arm Of al
obiiging gentleman, we reached the
deck on the morning OF the third day,
our best gait being a ludierous cross be
tween an ambie aud shuttle.
'NOt particularly 50 for this season oi
the year" he answered, as he leisurely
lighted cigar, the fumes Of which
caused us, in defiance OF propriety, u
pay immediate tribute To old Neptune
This was our only attempt at soeiabil-
ity during the passage, and We had a
strong conviction that this effort was
not appreciated by our fellow -passen-
gers, SO beating an undignifed retreat
irom deck, where everything was $50
lovely" We sank more limp aud help
less than before upon our disordered
shelf, ieebly gasping, "Oh, that mine
enemy might 80 TO osea-and-get-s "
Steadily on and on went the steamer,
ouiieting the fierce winds that disputed
her progress aud lashed the sea into
great billOws, that bore her now 10 theii
iOamy crests, and now plunge! her reel
ing into their deepest recesses. On
Monday, however, the wind shifted, the
sails were spread, aud the favoring
gales, atoning for their previous obsti-
gate ranting, lent their aid to the steam.
power they had 50 striven against, anu
On Tuesday at > o'clock A. NJ We entered
the Golden Gate aud stopped, painting,
At the feet Of the Golden City.
Foggy and gloomy she looked, in her
irowsy early morning garb, aud, if first
Impressions were always lasting, We
could never eonscientiously write an
eulogy upon San Francisco. \ bath,
breakfast, rest, aud sunlight will, how
ever, work wonders for dilapidated hu-
manity, and, refreshed and aided by
! these, We found the city in the after.
uoon TO be neither foggy nor drowsy,
out bright with sunlight, throbbinp
with life, aud agog with business
! Bustle and hurry everywhere held sway
/ \ heavy rain, the first Of the season
had fallen on Sunday night, causing the
| streets TO look familiarly sloppy. Will
the exception Of walk up Montgomery
street, We We're compelled to foregC
lNght-seeing about the city until our re-
turn from an interior county, whittier
we go in search of health. Coutenting
/ ourself, with this exception, with view
ing metropolitan life from the window,
of our hotel, we passed the day. Spent
The early evening in pleasant chit-char
With the erewhile foreman of the NEW
NORTHWEST Office, now an industriou,
.ype-sticker on the Morning Call. Ac.
| cepting his invitation To "show u.
rouud' on our return, we bade him al
early g0od-evening, and retired to oul
ireams, in which were blended a strang,
medley Of home and absent ones, sea.
gulls, and heaving billows, further jour.
ueyings, and future avoirdupois which
haply might result therefrom.
The deepest solitudes are not so lonely
IS are the peopled thoroughfares Of d
strange city, aud nowhere in the greal
realm OF nature does person feel of 81
| little consequence as in a crowd where
each one carries with him a self-sufii.
NANAAl AhAA AN1NN1 AONAAA AWl Au AAlAAE u
Of others. We have often thought thai
the most desolale picture that could be
dawn was that Of Tennyson's ''ship-
wrecked sailor, waiting for a sail" We
are now constrained to believe that is
companion piece could be produced il
"a home-siek stranger looking vainly
for a familiar face"
Yonder on the curb-stoue sits an old
man, the damp breezes blowing his long
gray locks about his shoulders, while
''his Old, decrepit, withered hand that
palsy shook" extended, mutely asking
| for aims. JOstling crowds surge by;
the trembling palm remains empty, as
each, intent upon business, cogitating
upon a rise, or nervously foreboding a
fall in stocks, or busily revolving some
scheme Of promised pleasure, extend.
neither veneration or pity to the needs
Of INDECENT age. But there! 4 woman,
whose black garments reveal the fact
that the death angel" has visited hei
household, perhaps with tender thoughts
Of venerated father whose white locks
were but now hidden from her sight in
the green bosom OF Lone Mountain,
speaks few words, and placing a
bright coin in the outstretched hand,
moves on. Slowly toiling up the busy
mart, past windows ablaze with Jewels
and precious stones, past massive piles
whose vaults securely hold the coined