The Marietta journal. [volume] (Marietta, Ga.) 1866-1909, 1890-04-03
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A Lively Voyage Graphically Described
by Lady Tourist.

by Lady Tourist.
Precisely 99S miles from the God
dess of Liberty and her uplifted torch
lies San Salvador the little island
where Columbus made his first land
ing i'll the New World Some sacri-
legious Yankee of later days has dub
bed it Waiting Island" but for our.
selves, readers mine, let us stand bv
the ancient name conferred by the
great discoverer as he knelt under
the shadow of the cross.
Passing this historic bit of land,
whose flash light may be seen far over
the ocean, run of eighty miles brings
us close to the revolving beacon on
Bird Rock Like others of the BAHIA
ma group except HaytD, this small
island is owned by England and gov
erned from Nassau, the revenue from
it being barely sufficient to support its
lighthouse. And thus it is, by bits of
territory scattered all around the
globe, that The favorite boast of Bri-
tain is true, Upon her domains the
sun never sets.
A few hours later we reach For
tune Island, at which point, if the
weather be favorable, letters may be
put off, to be afterward picked up by
some northward bound steamer of the
Atlas or Pacific Mail lines. But no
body is advised to pin his faith on the
reliability of this postal service in com
munications of Importance, such, for
example, as tardy proposal to your
sweetheart or words of reconciliation
10 one time friend. The chance,
however, brings blessed relief to those
who are suffering the first pangs OF
Inconsistencies, even though the hasty
love messages never reach their desti-
nation. Letters sent in this way 90
without stamps, ship mail being al
lowed to pass free in the United States.
to the other end of the line, where
double postage is collected. Two boat
loads of Jamaica negroes came rowing
alongside by the dim light of a cres,
cent moon, and the engine suddenly
stopped, as if the throbbing heart Of
the ship stood still with anxiety lest
the precious budget of letters be lost in
its perilous transit to the tossing bark
below.
About thirty miles beyond Fortune
Island the nodding of palms that
fringe the shore of Jamaica NAV be
seen, through glass darkly," if YOU
happen to reach the place on clear
day in the passage between that island
and the western end of Cuba. None
need to be told when the Caribbean
sea is entered, for the fact is at once
emphatically attested by the bolster
GUS waves. The faces Of our neigh
bors grow pale and paler, then blue,
then CHASTITY gray; the nautical crank;
the hirtatious Spaniard; the patriotic
and American who had
been warding off this same emergency
by imbibing no end of champagne.
even those who had oftenest asserted
they were never, never sick at sea-"
stood not upon the order of going. and
in less time than it takes to tell it the
deck was comparatively deserted.
Then that sound that is so familiar to
sea goers, that word that is the same
in all languages, and is always given
with rising infection of more or less
intensity pronounced u-r-r-a-o-o-o.pl
is heard Oh every hand. When din
ner is on, racks having been put on the
tables 10 prevent the dishes from fly-
ing across the cabin. the a-r-r-o-o-o-ps
are loudest, as if the organs of smell
were somehow in collision with Nep-
tunes stomach pump-causing all the
comnopent parts Of the ships gener- 4
GUS menu for week past to rise in re-
view before the stricken sufferer, as
the sins of dying man are said to do.
But nobody ever dies of seasickness.
though It's victims may wish them
selves a thousand leagues below. It's
surprising how the first glimpse of
land acts as a curative. The moment
manzanlllo Island heaves into view,
the most helpless and hopeless of an
hour before begin to bestir themselves
and presently appear upon deck. And =.
here we are at last, humping against
the dock at Aspinwall. Fannie B.
Ward in st. Louis Republic