The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1890-01-19


three hundred and thirty five miles from
New York we find ourselves abreast Cape
Hatteras, where the usual rough seas remind
one of the sailors tradition, ''If the Ber-
mudas let you pass, you must beware of
Hatteras.'
Asudden warming of the atmosphere an
nounces Enthusiastically when
THE GULF STREAM Is ENTERED
that mysterious current upon whose course
so much of life and verdure depends.
Precisely 99S miles from the Goddess of
Liberty and her uplifted torch, lies San
Salvador, the little island where Columbus
, made his first landing in the new world.
Some SacrilegiouS Yankee of laterda has
dubbed it 'Watling's island,' but for our
selves, readers mine. let US stand by the
ancient name conferred by the great dis
coverer, 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 Bahama group Except Haytil, this
small island is owned by England and
governed from Nassau, the revenue from it
being barely sufficient to support it's light
house. And thus it is, by bits of territory
scattered all around the globe, that the
favorite boast of Britain is true-"Upon
| ucT uOmdluS Tue sun never SeLS.'
A few hours later
WE REACH FORTUNE 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 nobody is advised to pin his faith
upon the reliability of this postal SER
vice in communications of Importance,
such, for example, as a tardy proposal to
your sweetheart or words of reconciliation
to a one-time friend. The chance, how
ever, brings blessed relief to those who are
suffering the first pangs of home sickness,
even though the hasty love messengers
never reach their destination. Letters sent
In this way go without stamps, ship mail
being allowed 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 crescent
moon, and the engine suddenly stopped, as
II 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 PHLMS THAT FRINGE THE
SHORES
of Jamaica may be seen, Through a glass
darkly,'' if you happen to reach the place
III clear day in the passage between that
Island and the western end of Cuba. None
needs to be told when the caribbean sea is
entered, for the fact is at once emphatically
attested by the boisterous waves. The faces
of our neighbors grow pale and paler, then
blue, then CHASTITY gray; the nautical
crank. the f1irtatious Spaniard, the patri-
otto Engl5shman and American who has
been warding off this same emergency by
lmbiblng 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 ia
miliar to sea goers, that word which is the
same In all languages, and is always given
with rising infection of more or less in
tenslty, pronounced u-r-r-a-o-o-o-p) is
heard on every hand When dinner is on,
racks having been put on the tables to
prevent the dishes flying across the cabin,
the a-r-ro-o-o-pS are loudest, as if the or
gans of smell We're somehow in collision
with Neptane's stomach pump-causing all
the component parts of the ships generous
menu for week past to rise in review be-
fore the stricken sufferer, as the sins of a
dying man are said to do.
But nobody ever dies of sea sickness,
though its victims may wish themselves a
thousand leagues below. 1t is surprising
how the first glimpse of land acts as cur
alive. The moment Manzillo island heaves
into view, the most helpless and hopeless
of an hour before begin to bestir them
selves, and presently appear upon deck.
And here we are at last humping against
the dock at Aspinwall
FANNIE B. WARD.