Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-01-10

1fitrdt Rulstead.
ing view of his affairs No one noticed him
leave the deck, and perhaps he might have
fallen as one can grow dizzy and pitch over
| precipice. A Young man saw him SWIM
ming. It may be grateful to those near and
dear to him TO know that there was sincere
grief in the company on the Fulda that
fellow passenger had been swallowed up in
the abvss of the sea, and that there was
painful sensibility excited by the casualty
that closed his life.
/ Mr.. jackson was descendant of Charles
| Carroll, of Carrollton, and distant rela-
tive of ex-Secretary Bayard. His wife is OF
a Philadelphia family of celebrity, and his
daughter the wife of distinguished protes-
sional gentleman in New York. 1t was an
incident having pathetic charm that Mrs.
jackson wrote her husband letters, and ar
ranged that one of them should be handed
him each morning. There is sacred pack
age of those letters that he did not see to be
returned to the bereaved writer.
Were Fooled on the Weather.
The great cause of dissatisfaction was the
weather. When we no longer saw the Ems
scooting along the northern sky, leaving us
to make the 600 miles of northing to get
into the British Channel, while We held
steadily east, we dismissed our friends on
the distant and vanishing ship with the
compassionate reflection, that while they
were bound for the cold and bitter Northern
seas, to roll and plunge in fierce wlntry
blasts, we were of the happier ship of which
| Thomas Buchanan Read sang in his song of
drifting, that sailed not from lands of sun
| to lands of snow, but from climes of snow to
climes of sun, there to rise and dip with the
blue crystal at her lip.
We were bound for the sunny seas, the
| soft Southern airs, the lands of languishing;
and vet for us the mighty winds came out of
the north, and then began the wailing chant
| in the rigging that is accompanied with
stinging sheets of spray, lashing the wet
decks as with whips of ice; and as the hours
passed, the waves grew grander, until they
| were as mountains of iron tipped with snow
and edged with shifting curtains of glowing
| lace. The sunshine that came upon the
stormy scene enhanced the magnifcence of
the ocean, turning the rolling ridges of iron
to broad and billowy splendor of molten
and blazing silver. The ship groaned and
sighed, but the engines moved with cease
less throbbing, and the sound of them reas-
sured the observant that we had in hand the
giant forces of nature, giving dominion over
the monstrous scope and whirl of the angry
waters. There was another change, and our
long plume of smoke, blown swiftly away
Il
the Southern air we longed for, the tropical
balm we had prayed for when the cold winds
came fresh from frozen Labrador; but the
winds now came charged with rain, and the
decks, though sheltered by canvas, became
slippery.
4 Night Chock Full of Terrors.
Elderly gentlemen, anxious to display
their activity before an appreciating audi
ence largely composed of ladies, did so at
the expense of uncouth awkwardness and
falls. There came night of horrors The
sea became extravagantly high. The dark
hills roared and fell around us with such
portentous surges that, though the winds
were loud in their wailing, we were sure of
their inefficiency TO account of vast success
sion of cataracts like Niagara among which
we were plunging; and the conclusion was
we were in the wake of West India hur-
ricane on the way TO rHvage Northern Eu-
rope, and we thought with pity of the poor
people on the Ems and Etruria far away to
the north, though possibly they were hav-
ing a better time than we.
The darkness around our ship grew dread
ful, broken only by bursts OF whiteness,
telling in the overwhelming gloom that
some tremendous roller had burst into a
fountain as of Stow The screw caught the
old doleful habit of springing from the
We rode as if resolved to break it in many
pieces. The violence of the sea came in
sharp shocks. The screw talked, and it was
easy to interpret it to say, Il shall break
before morning" repeating the phrase with
endless iteration and dIabolical assurance.
And we were more than 800 miles from
speck of land, the nearest being the Azores,
and the storm-tossed and weary passenger
could only say back to the screw, articulate
in frantic struggles: ''Please Mr. Propeller,
do not break short off away off here, it
would be sn inconvenient. Please, Mr.
Propeller, don't do it this time-some other
time anG PLACE, dear Mr.. Propeller-nos
here, not now, beloved Mr. Propeller Go
on and propel, piease-at least for few
days"
A Battle of IHanimate Things
The noises of the night augmented inces-
sanity, and became agonizing. The wood
work screeched against the iron. The screw
had 70 compunction, and its Jars were like
iolts in wagon on corduroy road. As the
ship tumbled upon wave and plunged the
screw gave the whole structure horrible
shake and made each passenger souirm in
his squirmiIg berth. / had thought the
upper berth the better one but the rolling
was SO great feared l should be flung to
the floor, and there were strange goings on
DY the S0unQ upon lLdb lOOr turned
button, and the electric light revealed the
situation. My trunks and travelling bag,
iron bootiack, boots, new hat and hair brush
were at it like the witches in the Tam O.
Shanter Jig. admired the agility of the
hat and hair brushes; and as for the trunks,
they swung corners according to the old
quadrille call and faced partners; then
hands all round with the bag and the boots
1t was an animating spectacle.
1 attempted to restore order; and when
one trunk was forced into its proper place,
the other would rush forth with hop, skip
and jump, seeking whom to devour. 1t oc-
CURED to me that would go on deck and
see to the navigation for few moments. A
lady in the door of her stateroom, holding
on with both hands, her beautiful hair float
ing long and free, and to the best of my
knowledge and belief forgotten, her face
white and drawn, the fash of her night
dress seen under her secluding ulster, asked
pitifully: "Do you think there is any i'm
mediate danger?" "About what, madame?"
was my brutal response. "Oh, this awful
storm" but, madam, there is no storm
The Night is squally, that is all. We are
in the safest place in the world. 1t is dis
agreeable, to be sure, but not dangerous in
the least, L assure you" ''Oh, thank you,"
said the lady, with deep gratitude for my