Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1879-08-22
BURDETTE SEASICk.
The "Hawkeye" Man Thinks lie will
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Bob Bardette has tarned up in New
Brunswick. He went by water, OF
course, and this was his experiences:
We left Portland in the evening "a
bit Of storm. There was heavy sea
with its usual depressing Influences.
Before we were well outside the port
made no my mind that the best thing
could do for my unhappy country was
to lay her little serene highneSS away
i'll her peaceful berth, that | might
have the hours Of the gathering twilight
to uudiSturbed reelection. think
laid her away with some haste. | will
confess, indeed, that the customary de-
votional exercises were dispensed with,
owing to the pressure of business.
remember that | was glad when she
was snugly slowed away for the night,
and can recall the peaceful look that
played over her face rs she remarked,
referring to the rolling and pitching of
the vessel, Isn't it nice - For her
little serene highness is good sailor,
and was rather disposed 10 make merry
over the eager but somewhat spasmodic
haste with which tucked her away.
Isn't this nice ?" she repeated, with
ridiculous feminine emphasis,
II was rather nice, | believe, but
hadn't time to observe it just then.
wanted to think about something. And
then, to my great annoyance, couldn't
remember what il was that | wanted to
think about. Ii was something beauti.
ful and sad, know, hut couldn't ex-
actly catch on. Somehow or other it
seemed to run by.
The sea grew rougher, and as the
pitching and rolling of the steamer in
creased, my spirits did not rise. Your
spirits are not apt 10 rise, find. They
are the only things about You that don't
rise, however.
My subject of reflection having elud-
ed my rather inactive mind, became
sensible of II kind of II sort of lanSuor,
that suggested repose, did not feel
like standing up and singing. wanted
repose. ! wasn't particular what kind
of repose. The rcpose of the grave
would have suited me perfectly we'll
But there was no grave handy. And
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 a grave. And
then, when | returned to the stateroom,
it began to dawn upon me, dimly, that
the repose was about as seldom us the
grave.
Robbie" placidly spake ner little
serene highness, i'll tones marked with
n shade of atlectionate apprehension.
Robbie, are you feeling quite well2'
said that l was somewhat Cypress
ed by the grand magnitieence of the
boundless ocean. And | mopped the
icy perspiratlon from my marble brow.
Does an intense appreciation Of the
magnificent in nature usually excite
profuse perspiration i'll your She asked,
innocently. ",rhe ocean doesn't make
me feel SO.
| replied that just at present the ocean
made me feel as though had swallow
ed it whole, and | was afraid | would
have to spread little to hold it.
believed would retire and abandon
tho struggle with my Feelings, Tor ] felt
that was on the verge ofquoting poet,
ny.
stood ON my feet and took off some
of my things. Then leaned up against
the door and took off few. Then
stood on my head and got off one or
two. Then | lay down on my back and
kicked oil the rest Of them.
Then | looked up at my berth.
1t was six hundred feet from the floor,
and still going.
cast an anxious, despairing glance
at it, reached ont and dragged travel
ing shawl over me, and tried to MARBLE
a merry stave OF a rollicking sca-song
What are you crying fol2' asked her
little serene highness. Are you home
sick, or are you sorry you were so
cross?'
ceased my song, and started to say
something in reply, but il was too much
exertlon to talk. so lay still and look.
cd mt my rapidly-disappearing berth,
climbing away like a balloon.
Aren't you going to bed?' came n
cheerful voice from the lower berth.
said that when bought my passage
of the International Steamship Compa.
ny did not contract TO sleep in sky
rocket, and that should not get into
my berth until j; came down close
enough for me to grab at il. And then
| relapsed into state OF comparative
apathy, as it were.
Il never saw you lie down 20 flat, "
came the cheerful voice again; "you
are closer to the floor than the carpet.
How DO you dc it Robbie"
There was really nothing remarkable
in it. Ii required no effort whatever
to get down. The only trouble was to
get down fiat enough, and the next
greatest trouble was 10 get up. said |
would like TO lie dormant till the damp
waves were at rest And on hearing
that innocent remark, her little serene
highness, in tones Of rebuke, said such
language from a junior Of the Baptist
Church and IN the midst Of storm at
sea was as uniting rs il was presump.
tuous, and ! had better say nothing il
| could not frame my thoughts to bet
ter utterances.
am willing to admit that my Ian
guage was not polished, nor, in every
instance, refined. 1t was even, in one or
two cases. ungrammatleal, and in one