The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1889-09-21

thought it respectable gale but didn'
show our ignorance BY saying SO. b.
Thursday the wind increased and shift
ing came out strong from the north west
the sea growing rougher as the wine
rose. On Thursday night the storm
reached it's climax breaking over us in
great waves, and stripping the ship of the
canvas she had spread. Locomotion
at the risk of broken limbs, or broken
noses, and eating at the table became a
purely gymnastic feat that only skilled
athletes could successfully perform.
Whether you would or no you despatched
| your neighbor with your soup, and ha
paid you back in porridge we'll laid on,
while those who were able to come to the
table had ample room to spread them
selves in. BY Saturday the storm had
spent its force and we had begun to
indulge the hope that the close of
our voyage would be more propitious.
But on Monday our brave little ship
began to feel the force of the wind in
another quarter, and again the barometer
began to fall. By nightfall we had a
gale blowing from the northeast, and the
dishes on the buffet began their death
dance. Then limp women again began to
cucumber the companion way stairs, and
the immigrants disappeared down the
Storage like bundles of wornout rags.
Discomforts began to multiply as ports
were closed tight aud the confined air of
crowded state rooms created the condi-
ton for positive illness. On Tuesday
afternoon with the wind bowling after us
and the big waves chasing US astern,
suddenly we were surrounded by an i'm
mense shoal of porpoises which seemed
to revel in the storm. They leaped clear
of the waves, and for the time diverted
our minds by the novelty of the exhibit
ton. Two o'clock that night l was
awakened from an uneasy sleep by the
sudden stopping of the ships engine. l
slipped out of my berth and hurried up
to the companion way door. As opened
it, the driving rain drops stung my face
like shot. / learned that we were some
distance off the Jersey coast and were
waiting either for pilot or daylight.
Daylight came but no pilot with it. The
ship was again put under steam and in a
few hours the highlands of New Jersey
were visible over our port bows. We ran
in as close to the Scotland light ship as
we dare, but looked in vain for those
lively little vessels. the ever well
come pilot boats. The day wore
on and night fell with our ships
PROV again headed seward. Through
another long night we pitched and rolled,
our brave little ship proving her perfect
sea-worthiness. AS day light broke we
ran closer in, having Coney Island over
our starboard bows, but no pilot boat
visible. AS the day grew older, our
ships company began to anticipate
another night of restless discomfort al
most in sight of the coveted port. But
about eleven o'clock pilot boat was
sighted coming straight for US under
close reefed sails. How we welcomed the
assuring news, and with what interest We
watched the brave little vessel, as at
times she seemed almost buried under
the weight of the swelling waters But
little time elapsed before she lay to, and
we had pilot aboard. The end of our
troubles was at hand, and we had safely
passed through one of the worst Sep
TENDER storms known for years.
have only words of praise for our brave
vessel and devoted officers and crew,
whom kind Providence wisely directed
through the besetting dangers of an an
CRY ocean. H. r. T.