Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1879-10-04

sible of kind of sort of languOr,
thatsuggested repOse. l wasn't partic-
ular what kind of repOse. The repOse OF
the grave would have suited me perfect
ly we'll.
when went out and looked out to sea-
ward and gazed at the endless expanse
of angry, tossing waters, didn't see any
material to make grave. And then,
wheifI returned to the state room, it be-
gan Odawn upon me, dimly, that the re-
pose was about as seldOnDas the grave.
Robbie" placidly spake her little Sc
rene highness, in tones marked with a
shade of affectiOnate apprehension.
| Robbie, are you feeling quite wellY'T
! II said that / was somewhat oppressed
by the. grand magnifcence of the bound
| less ocean. And / mOpped theJicy per-
spiratiOn from my marble brow.
"DOes an intese apprehension of the
magnificent in nature usually excite
profuse perspiratiOn in yOq?'' she asked
inneeently. csThe ocean doesn't make
! I replied that Just at present the
ocean made me feel AS though i had
swallowed it whole, and was afraid 1
would have to spread little to hold it.
| L believed would retire and abandon
the struggle with my-feelings, for felt
tthatI was on the verge of quoting
poetry
Il stood on my feet and took off some of
my things. Then l leaned up against
the door and took off few. Then stood,
on my'headiand got of, one or two. Then.
III lay down on my back and kicked off
the rest of them.
| Than II InOHod nm INV harfh
1t was six hundred feet from the floor,
and still going.
L cast an anxious, despairing glance
| at.it, reached out and-dragged a travel
ing-shawI over me, and tried to warble a
merry stave of a rOllicking sea-sOng.
what are you crying fOr?" asked her
little serene highness. care you home.
sick, or are you sorry you were S0cr0sS?"
somethingin reply, but it was too much
exertiOn to talk, SO I lay still and looked
at my rapidly disappearing berth, climb
ing away like balloon.
| Aren't you going to bed?" came a
cheerful voice from the lower berth.
i said that when bought my passage
of the International Steamship Com
pany did not contract to sleep in a
skyrOcket, and that L should not get into
my berth, until it came down close
enough for me to grab at it, And then
L relapSed into state of comparative
apathy, as it were.
Ii never saw you lie down So flat"
came the cheerful voice again; you are
closer to the floor than the carpet How
do you do it, RObbie?"
There was really nothing remarkable
in it. sit required no effort whatever to
get down. The only trouble was to get
down fat enough, and the next greatest
) trouble was to get up.
Il l am willing to admit that my lam
guage was not polished, nor, in every in
stance, refined. 1t was even, in one or
1.-TWO cases, ungrammatical, and in one
particular instance, when | was looking
over the side of the vessel for pin 1
had dropped, my remakrs may have
been offensive, and were, confess, posi-
) lively rude. But last Wednesday night
was conducting rhetorical exercise.
The sense of utter fOrlOrnneSS, the
Il feeling of desOlatiOn and gOneness; the
impression, generally correct, that every
: well person in the ship is laughing at
you; the saddening thought that there is
no chance of dying: the depressing
knowledge that there is ne.help for it,
the confidence that nobody is going to
do anything for yeu, and 1.-the philOsO-
phical resolution that you don't care a
constitutional red cent if they don't; the
, hope that you will be over it by morning;
the fear that it will last week; the for
lOrn hope, now and then, that the pilot
will get frightened and tie the ship up
to tree some place, if only for little
while; the despairing sense of disap-
! pOintment that steals, over you as it be-
| comes evident that theipilot hasn't the
remOtest thought of doing anything of
the kind; and at last the fervent, earnest
: despairing wish that the boiler will
! blow, UP, the ship strike rock, catch on
fire, capSize, be run down by an iron
s steamship, get struck by lightning, and
|. sink in six hundred fathOms of water
2 and do it all most powerful quick, too.
This is the final spasm. When you gel
:. so that you can earnestly and sincerely
wish that, then you are all right. Tht
: berth makes a turn and comes down
t within easy reach; half frozen, you climl
e into it, and the motion of the vessel be
comes delightfully."- soothing and yOu
I sleep-nOne but the man who has gOn,
/ to sleep with that kind of sleeping pO
S ton knows how delightful. -Burdette, 4,
e Letter to Burlington HaUk-Eye.
The Sbarp Chau,haru,a;d