New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1884-01-20

timber and every plank in the bows groanng as
they parted the swelling tuns of water.
ShIpmatc, did yUu ever stand on the deck OF q
vessel sweeping over q fOaming. rolling sea, with
your hearts delight alongside of youT No. Well,
if so be you ngle man, and your sweetheart
is agreeable make the experiment, and think OF
Jack Seymour, There will he perfume III tho gale
richer to the taste than the most aromatic oil lam
guid dollhouse sweets, glory IN the nying sun,
beam such as never yet daZZled in the most tropical
of the luminary'S Hastings, nObcness ana grand
cur in the swelling and Dreaming liquid accilyltlcs
the like of which was never before sehsl5ie 10 y2
even in the mghtiest of old oceans conflicts with
the storm fiend, and such bOundeSS, Intoxicating
thrilling sense of liberty and happiness that upon
my word on second thoughts, don't know whether
you ought TO risk the emotion, unless you are cock
sure that yOur soul is too strongly built to he boWn
up by the immense number of square feet OF mora,
aud spiritual ether which experience Of the KIND
| am talking about will sweep into it, Oh. my lads,
to look INTO my darling's brilliant eyes, all asnne
with wonder and awe and delight, and turn from
them to the wild picture of hurting waters and ny
ing ship and rushing sky. was to behold such
meaning and spirit IN the splendid. stirring scene,
that the ocean seemed new thing to me- the great
commOtiOn of the gale n revelation. Do you rcncm,
Der how Peter Bell in the verse took the primrose
Well somehow, sea and sky had always been TO me
just sea and sky until my darling threw the mage
of her glance over them. aud turned them INTO
poetry as deep the bottom of the unfathomable
ocean aud as high as the stars Don't mistake this
for raving; It's as true as that sister-hlockS are
young salOrlcd fellow AZ was then. have seen
anything more in storm than dirty weather, any
thing more in the coil of q surge than
something 10 set the old hooker creaking,
anything more in the wet, red CLEAN of WcSter-
ing sunbeam upon distant foam than the ac-
coming round shortly, if it hadn't been for my
lovely sweetheart, who. by spells. or arts; or
power hich prefer to leave 10 some Dutch thinker
"a explain, caused me TO see what had meyer before
bchcd III sights Of lt-water life as familiar to me
rs the sprawl of a seamans walk or tho color OF
Jacks Salt-bcefl And yet, mind you. she never
as.t. nllE
scarlet in the bow of that cloud" or Mark how
the shadow in the hollow of that wave {onder Is
dcepcncd into violet by. the cIeamng white that
rishcs above it " and 50 forth. There was nothing
of that kind there no directing my attention;
it was her being alongside of me. her being III the
all the gores and wonders of he Occan-wOrld new
things 10 me, and as plain as a pkc-Stah No doubt
this will be caulllcr To you. mates; bur, ior All
that. il is the naked truth though am not mere 10
tell YOU understand it..
Well, five minutes Of the shrll and bowling wind
would, darcSay,, have been enough for hrr; Tor;
progress in that direction, thcrO was northng
enough in this gale to put Il kind of raw spite INTO
ill., and it tnglcd her face, and her soft, long eye
lashcs twinkled with the damond-ike tears the
keen sweeping current distilled but there was
sight away to leewar that kept hor watching, hold
ing on TO my arm with both hands, and the swell 0i
her figure leaning against me; 1t was thlSTa pig
steamer, n four-mased affair, about two miles dis
tant, heading north. and, adding our speed to hers,
going past lis ut the rate OF twenty five miles an
hour She showed cOlors; neither dm we;
maybe the second mate thought there would be too
much wind to make our number, ana the i"D or
bending on the small ensign and running II aloft he
might reckon not worth the bother mat was
his business The steamer being there was enough
for me. since Florence was alongside OF me 10 see
her She looked to he very nearly four hundred
feet long, with u beam, daresay. OF about lOTty
feet, and height of side that male her resemble
little more than black line c0iilng III ana ont Oh
the hollOws. You could the sparkle OF brass
upon the deck structures as the heaye OF her
brought the length of sunshine, that was just then
broad upon both running along her; thin
scattering of smoke blew away out OF her two Jun
ncls down into her wake. She was too far of for
her people TO be visible, and would not leave Flor
cncc 10 fetch the glass: but she was pam enough
in sight for every pitch and roll " her " he fol-
lowed: and in all my life. never did | see such
labormg. 1t was true that she was head on to 1t,
and apparently being driven at full speed; but, as
regularly as her Cllptcal stern went up, with the
blades Of her propeller whirrng black betwlXt the
stcrn-poS and the ruddcrpost, over the foam there
So regularly would she plunge her head with It's
rich gilt tTaccry. right into the boiling white hove
up, with heavy lean toward MS that gave us Il
sight of her starboarl deck, and brought her port
rail pretty nearly flush with the sea. or an equally
heavy roll tOther way, that lay bare the dark red
of her lower scanling while her sides CLEANED IKE
polished ebony, and her monkey -spars waved a.
slowly and maestically as the stately reolng OF the
sky-searchng masts Of line-ot-battlc snip OF Mel
Well. there is very little in those long narrow
fabrics of metal that can find to admire, but own
that the laboring and solemn rhythmical plunglng
of that huge steamer made her fine sight. me
dark-grcen seas were casting their snow INTO the
gale beyond her. and the JAZZ ed procipitouS horizon
stood BY the height of man, above her, when she
was on a level keel. But she was more a vision
than steamer. rapidly were she and our snip
passing each other; in a few minutes she was on
our quarter, lessenng and essenng "a she gave Us
more of her beam and less of her length. until she
became nothing but couple of short, SQUAD tunnels
upon a black point that. vanished and rcappeared
among tho sweeping hills with the haze of the
blowing spray hanging like veil betwixt her and
us Florence tried to ask me question about her,
but the wind blew her words into silence as fast as
She opened her lips, like the soap-bubhles from the
mouth of pipe, If you exert TOO much breath ah,l
around, and then twitchng at my arm to signify
that she wanted to 20 below