Waterbury evening Democrat., 1888-03-20
THE EwYoMING's VOYAGE.
Messrs Phe1an and Keefe Describe Their
 Trip Across the Atlantic.


 Trip Across the Atlantic. John Phelan and Fenton Keefe of this city. who crossed the Atlantic on the steamship Wyoming of the Guion Line, on which the remains of the late Stephen J. Meany were taken to Queenstown, writing to friend in this city give this description of their very tempestuous voyage:
 STEAMSHIP WYOMING.
 STNDAY AFTERNOON,
 MARCH 4, 1888.
 Dear Friend: In accordance with your request expressed to us before parting at Waterbury we are now sending you let ter-the best we can under the circumstan ces-containing an account of nearly every thing of any importance that occurred to us during our voyage across the ocean. From the hour of starting till the follow ing Saturday the weather was excellent. sunshine and calm sea, with moonlight in the evening. Then came change-a sad one, too. We were visited by terrific rain storm which seemed bent on tearing our ship to atoms While it did not suc- ceed in doing this, still it did us consider able damage, tore some of her sails to shreds, daubed her mast and everything around with spray, so that no man would think her the same vessel and she was not; for from that day till now she has been completely disabled, making on some days only 15O miles, while on some of the days preceding she had made over 300 miles. Still, considering the severity of the storm, it is said by men capable of judging, that she has made good headway. I tell you, waves lashed against her from all sides and with such fury that it seemed almost inn possible for her to resist them. Her pro- peller is now out of order, two or three of her blades having been lost. She is nearly out of coal, too. But we don't care now. Tell you how things looked inside? No, it would take a Griffin or a Cooper to do that But we would say that everything seemed endowed with life and bent on raising all the devilment it could. Cans, pots, ket- ties, trunks and valises were as nimble as any fairies that ever sported around the fields of the land whither we are drifting Flint said it put him in mind of the game of the 'Devil Among the Tailors'
 But even in the face of death there are sometimes things so provocative of laugh ter that it is impossible to do otherwise than laugh. Here is, perhaps, the most amusing of all: Our trunk thought it might as well join in the festivities of the evening, and, thinking it could not do so with our permission, jumped out of the door in a hurry and started down the long hallway at rapid pace, led on by whole band of it's own kind, small and large as they happened to be. A change in the ships position soon brought them all back again, stopping in front of our room. From here they were about to make an- other start, when John, the only man of daring in the crowd, reached out and brought the rascal in, tying it securely to the bed, where it has since remained
 We are now within few hours sail of | Queenstown. It is not likely that we will say any more in this letter. We intend posting it as soon as we reach land We would write more but we fear yol would not be be able to deeipher it: it is no easy task to write on hoard a ship
 Yours Respectfully.
 l JOHN PHELAN