The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-12-08
VOYAGE FROM SAN FRANCISCO
CALIFORNIA, TO VICTORIA,
BRITISH, COLUMBIA.
STEAMSHIP CITY OF PUEBLO

and there-others below and INVISIBLE t
our eyes, but each and all doing thel
part.
Friends on shore wave farewells t.
friends on deck, and here and there arr
manifestations of that thai is strongei
than friendship-the farewell kiss, no
from the loving and warm lips, Eu
thrown across the space that is fast be
coming wider aud wider, Out bringing
loyal hearts still closer together. Some
of the farewells are for me, but Of the
kisses none. Enthusiastically Our good shiE
turns her bows towards the Golden Gate
and soon we will pass oat OF the safe
quiet harbor through that gateway SO ia
nous in history and song and be
launched upon the restless bosom Of the
ocean. The bay is calm alnnost as a lake
| sleeping in the sunlight of summer
morning.
Now we are passing through the gate
and our numerous passengers are ar
ranged on either side of the ship eagerly
watching every point Of interest.
| As we cross the bar a sudden change
comes upon US. Heavy sweIls lift the
! steamer. as if high in air, and then drop
! her as quickly into the trough of the
/ sea Now we encounter a strong head
/ wind and rough water. many Of the
passengers seek hurrIedly, their state
rooms. 80 o'clock p. N.
! Lunch has been served, not half the
/ passengers at table: seasick. o, so sea-
! sick, many of them are,
I Passing Point Reyes; high, frown
/ ing, jutting rock. on which stands a
| faithful sentinel, fiinging his friendly
| light by night away out upon the waters,
| bidng mariners beware OF danger.
! The pillows are rolling mountain high,
/ tossing their white crests like playthings
/ in the air, and our good ship rises and
! falls at the mercy Of heaving waves.
! How helpless we feel ourselves to be;
| bnt we are in the hands of Him who bids
the sleeping pillows roll, the rolling
pillows sleep; and we have dear loved
ones on land asking the Father above to
hold us IN the hollow OF His hand. Oh,
what rolling and pitching and tossing!
Every few moments huge angry wave
strikes the ship, making her tremble
from stem to stern. \ great quarrel is
going on between many stOmachs and
the sea. The decree is passed that every
pleasure that some mortal5
experience must be accompanied
by its modicum of pain. 1t Ia t. be
hoped that these restless waves may set
tie themselves in mood of tranquility
before night.
o'clock p. m-The Voice that said
peace, be STILL" and Gained the storm
tossed Galilee, has not been heard this
oft a1hniy1fr hn
pillows of the Pacific ocean, through
which the steamship City of Pueblo is
ploughing her way, with her freight of
living souls. The wind has not abated,
nor has the sea become any quieter
Few passengers have ventured on deck;
a life on the ocean wave is not desira-
bic life to many.
Did YOU ever witness a sunset at sea?
Its magnificence cannot be described.
As he sinks into his watery bed he filings
his fiery videttes thousands of feet above
the line dividing sea and sky, and paints
the drapery of the western heavens in gold
and purple and yellow and red, and other
brilliant tints, making an exhibition in
the spectacular seldom seen on land.
Now he has disappeared entirely, but
what a blaze of glory he has kindled to
mark his exit How quickly the scene
changes. Nothing remains bright and
beautiful very long after the sun has
Withdrawn his shining. The golden
tints have faded, the purple has turned
to an ashen hue, the yellow streaks in
the great curtain have disappeared,
and darkness reigns, and the
ocean YapOrS spread In solemn
silence round the head of the king of
day. Occasionally a passenger fits by,
realing and staggering like drunken
man, and the great steamer looks as If
she is forsaken. The water is not mans
native element. We have just passed
Point Arena on our right, and thus point
after point is reached, passed, lost sight
of, and our voyage gradually accom-
plished. 50 with LIES voyage-Eere to-
day, tomorrow elsewhere, next day
gone.
Now lay me down to sleep,
If l should die before / wake,
| pray the Lord my soul 10 take.
Wednesday Morning-If you had the
map before you, showing the route of
the Pacific Coast Steamship company,
and would put your finger on Cape Mem
docino, Won would see our exact locality
at This hour, and where | am making
these notes Twenty -four hours from
San Francisco; OH, what a stretch of
ocean to pass over before reaching our
destination!
The gong is sounding for breakfast,
and the pillows are still sounding their
dismal boom, boom, boom in the weary
ears of weary and seasick men and
women.
1:50 p. m.-Port Oxford, 1856 miles
from San Francisco 5f4 mfies more of
trave! on the briny deep. before reach
ing our destination, aud four and a half
hours behind time at that. We are too
far from land to obtain any distinct
view of even the most prominent
features 1t has been quite solitary
and unnteresting Passage this far to
most of the passengers. Not a soul has
hove in sight and not even a sea Cult has
materalized. An occasional stormy
petrol has piped out lTis schriEi notes over
the turbulent waters.
Four o clcck-Lyinc away OF there 70
our right surrounded BY n pecUiiar gauzy
vail woven bv the hand Of the Divine
artifcer. IS Cape Bianco. A stormy
care. How MANY an Inflated vessel HAS
stranded there. and how many poor,
helpless sailor persisted IN those seeLhlnE
waters before our government eTeC.e Ell
hight house on the rocky point near by.
only the record Of eternity will disclose
What merciful provisions are these lights
along the shore. and how important that
those in charge keep them trimmed and
burning through the hours OF darkness.
~ ct the lower lights be barring
send the CLEAN across the way
Some poor fsinting. struggling 50 nnzn,
You mag rescue, ron may save.
The waters are now quite Calu-what
a relief to tile sea-sick oDes. The On
nina ont ..Paara ba ktju has Gained