The daily citizen. [volume] (Asheville, N.C.) 1889-1890, 1889-09-20
LAST OF THE SERIES
OF LETTERS DESCRIPTIVE OF
OLD WORLD SCENES
And Notes of Travel by the BusI-
iness Manager of "The Citizen"
Extracts From Private Cores
pOndence-A Storm at sea.

-ENITaCIS FTOIn H1TlNatC NOTTGS
pOntIence-A storm at sea.
GREAT BANKS OF NEWFOUNDLAND,
Saturday, September IA, 1889.
Editor Citizen Some one suggest
that our depleted exchequer may be re
plenished at this financial institution, bu
we scorn the suggested necessity, ant
rather rejoice i'll being once more in Amer
ican waters, looking forward with gooc
hope OF reaching our native shores OF
Tuesday next, and as we may be delayed
by oficious custom house officers viii
have this ready for speedy mailing, tC
give you an account of our voyage
which has been full of incident.
Our last told you of our visit to Belfast
and to Lorie, from which latter place We
sailed on Saturday night, the 9TH inst.
and regretted that darkness should shut
out the lovely coasts of Ireland and Scot.
land. We passed lnistrahull, the last
point of land, about midnight, and on
awaking early Sunday morning could sec
N'tShing but rolling waves on all sides.
a head wind made our good ship pitch
severely, and most of her passengers
groan sadly with seasickness As usual
we are exempt and can only pity the suf-
terings that we know nothing of from
experience. Very few respond to meal
bells, of which favored few we always
make one.
The State of Nebraska is far more com
Portable in all respects than the Nevada
more roomy, far cleaner, nice deck, and
eating tolerable, which on the other was
not endurable. Passengers who have
crossed by other lines say that this is as
Everything is better, with one possible
exception-how much we miss our former
fellow passengers. What would we not
give for an hours chat with pleasant
Mrs. Won Bulow and lesson from kind
Mrs. Brodnax; an opportunity to COM
pare notes with our dear young ladies
and TO soothe their aching heads to the
best OF our poor ability. Above all, how
on this Sunday we miss our own dear
DR.. Marshall and the sweet service he
would give us. Never have we so realized
the want of ritual as on this Sunday
-Four persons undertake to have prayers
The first prays for the captain, each
officer, the engineer and stokers and stew
ards fortunately these are not the rude |
rascals of the Nevada), all the cabin |
passengers, and then turned us over to |
the second brother, who repeated all the |
first had said and luckily managed to get
in the steerage" as a happy yatterthought:
otherwise the Almighty might have for
gotten more than half of His children on
this ship. The third brother then tried
his hand, and complimented the other
two with prayer for every one now
on this floating palace (heaven save the
mark), while the fourth had so little orig
inality as to suggest that he only wanted
what the other three had already told
the Almighty that He ought to do. How
we did wish for good DR.. Cameron Leeds
and his earnest Presbyterian prayers out
OF a book and his few plain, common
sense words to strengthen our minds and
refresh our souls.
On Sunday night we were reused by the
screams ofa woman, and learned that her
husband had suddenly died of heart dis
ease, leaving her a widow with three little
So it followed that on Monday
afternoon we participated in that most
impressive ceremony, Il burial at sea. At
+ O'Clock we assemble on deck, heads url.
covered and eyes moist with sympathy
the putting engine is silent while the cap !
ain reads the committal service of the
Church of England, and the body of Our I
brother" is covered with the mantle of
waters, and quickly sinks to its long |
home, there to rest in hopes of the resur- '
rection morn, when "the earth and the l
sea shall give up their dead" t
Monday evening was to allappearance c
,alm and peaceful, but an old tar warned I
is to look out for a squall. And true \
,nough, at midnight our ship did roll c
nd tn | |
sleep standing on our head we abandon O
he effort and listen to the bowling gale /
md the scurrying footsteps along the a
)ut was in fact at our side. As soon as r
possible we clambered forth and pceped c.
,ut. What a sight greeted our eyes. The "
ails torn to rags and tapping frantic
lily the sailors struggling bravely
Igainst difficulties that seem insurmount
Ible; the wind fairly bowling, the rain c.
irving most iuriouSly. But above all, Il
he Sca-oh, the marvellous, angry sea IT
low il had altered its countcnance in a 81
ew short hours! From peaceful blue
t had become furious green, dark al a
most to blackness, while strcaks OF white II
elted the mighty waves as far as the d
We could reach. 1t seemed some savage,
igcrish animal, seeking to devour its Y,
rev. How small we seemed as we Clung X
o the door and saw the gunwalc sink d
nder the water time and time
gain. Within, what tremendous crashes "
f crockery and lamps, and Of trunks W
Iiding and falling about. Our ladies tt
iere calm and collected, and if they felt
cared certainly concealed it, and we tried tN
D follow their example but it was indeed =
long day, although we tried to shorten ra
by pretended appetite for meals The
lates and dishes would crash to the floor NJ
S fast as placed on the table, and only u
v holding one in hand and being helped
y the struggling stewards could we keep
p the pretense. We have long wished to
C a storm at sea now we are quite sat u, III
fed. Our captain bravely held his post II
n the bridge, and guided by the Captain m
our salvation, managed his ship so as IN
, weather the gale, but the cargo is SO w
lifted that the deck has not resumed its
vel, but cants uucomfortably to one eIl
de. At night the moon and stars shone Iss
rth and all was at peace once more. az az
Among the passengers we are glad to I'll
eet Mr.. Fred N. Thayer, the father of tn
ur kind friend Mrs. {. A. Moore, who is ". W.
turning after escorting his wife and VIZ
lughters to Europe. rll'
Our adventures are not yet over and a pr
pidly falling temperature warns the Pa pa
ptain of the proximity of a dangerous
,ighbor, an iceberg, long before it is 10
sible, but at length it comes into view, M
I'd beautiful sight it was a hill of
ire white ice, withirregular jagged top, CO,
me two hundred feet high above the 81
alter, and some five hundred feet square ,,e
surface, at least so we judge it to be, I'll
we sail past, at distance oftwo miles, rel rn