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

~~zz757Io }s@S2i 80 er reputation for
\N.l2SH@>lS/Il44lg boisterous conduct
than it deserves;
and vet one must not expect in the north
temperate zone, Just at this time, to sail on
silken summer seas, under blue and gold
and silver satin skies, as it is said some
good folks would like to go to heaven on
1owery beds of ease. One must expect to
have under his eyes the grand and sombre
picture so strongly sketched in Bryant's
fine lire, ''Old oceans grey and melancholy
waste" and to hear in the iron rigging of
the steamer the deep moan of the stormy
winds.
There is a theory that there are softer airs
.nd smoother waters to be encountered DUR
ing midwinter in approaching Europe
through the southern rather than the
northern gates, and hence the North Ger
man lines happy thought of bosts painted
white and running every fortnight to the
Mediterranean. The immediate success of
the enterprise is the proof of the sagacity of
the suggestion.
New York Seen From the Sea.
At the Eoboken docks there was an au-
thoritative German who flung open the
doors of the carriages and asked, ''Fulda
or Ems?" Starting together, the Fulds
was for Genoa and the Ems for Bremen.
''Fulda'' was the response in my case. I
was this time for the Mediterranean rather
than the North Sea- There was an immense
and intense crowd; the tragic partings that
are never commonplace. You can see for
half minute the blur of faces and hats and
sc
are swallowed up in a mist so faint you had
not roticed it. Then New York is seen as
iu a Turner picture; the new and lofty
structures far down town pass as
panorama-the golden Muscovite
dome Of the World, the familiar
. spire of Trinity, the towering arches
ri the Bridge, and the steel web that con-
meets them with wonderful combination of
grace and strength; the Arbuckle fats on
Brooklyn Heights; the long rows of massive
stores that seem to tell of Brooklyn as the
great city; the famous statue of Liberty En-
tightening the World, that no one believes
is 525 feet high, for it is dwarfed by the i'm
meusitv of its associations, and you do not
behold its majesty and beauty until the
pleasant hills of Staten Island are seen on the
right, and the dim towers and gigantic
hotels of Coney Island loom like a mirage
on the left.
Here is Sandy Hook, where the wind has
such mild way of flowing in the weather
reports: and wonder is the dark line of the
coast of Long Island, and the stormy sea is
right ahead. Ali There is Pilot Boat 15,
ard crawling across the swelling waters like
big cricket is a heavy yawL The pilot is
about to leave us, and if we live We shall
, see Gibraltar, barring accidents that drive
Us into exile on the Azores
TinaI FareweIls by the Mails.
There have been busy pens and pencils in
the cabin, and the pilot has a bag of letters
that he sends into the boat first; and that is
the last of it on one side of the big pond.
The impression ! had as we moved down
New York Bay-and it had been produced
by the able weather reports-was that when
We ventured from the sheltering influences
of the Banks -e would enter tremendous
sea; but II is the unexpected weather that
che generally gets, and the Atlantic didno
display whitecap as we passed the line of
shore jurisdiction. The ocean was unquiet,
IS forever, and there was merely the long,
solemn swell, and the ship was almost as
steady as a steamboat on the Hudson or
Mississippi.
The night fell quickly, and we realized
that the great objection to ocean VOYAGES in
the midwinter months is in the long nights
There was not a star in the sky, and the
darkness Of the water was deep and impene-
IRA bic, and there was the sense that the
snip was rushing through space upon some
darksome errand An hour later there was
? sudden spark of fire northeast, and lol the
Fire Island Lighthouse. Still later there
were two bright lights in the northwest, and
they moved along with MS, one gaining. and
the other going at Just about our gait They
were our partner, the Ems, and the grand
old Cunarder, Etruria. In the morning the
Ltruria was gone, and the Ems was family
visible far away TO the north, her smoke 1
like pencil mark on the horizon. her fun
nels ana masts racing along the horizon
where sky and ocean were blending and as
her course was northw2rd she was soon out
OF slgn', aud VIC were left TO pursue our
lonesome way.
He who from zone to zone
Tu9tes through the boundless air
Thy certain flight
In Ihe lone way that must tread alone,
Nlii lead my steps Alright.
Horrors of the First sea-Iyrizlt
Sunday and Monday there was not
glimpse obtained OF the sun or of a star.
The ship was singularly easy, but the breeze
grew strong and the rain fell constantly.
The number Gi people who are unseaworthy
is something wonderful, and they still more
surprisingly lack experience. Scores of
our passengers were helpless in their beds
holding the general opinion that hurri- |
care was prevailing and that they were at |
any moment liable to he swallowed m
They were parched with thirst, harassed |
with terrors, begging for lemons and cracked |
ice, and IN pltlable state of pallor and |
oisquietude.
Monday evening there was a sudden com-
motion on deck; several persons snrang |
from their sea chairs and hurried 70 the |
aeane of excitement 1t moment II was |
ascertained that a man was overheard. some |
one said it was not so, but a hat was seen
on passing wave Another said two |
Italians were fighting, and one had thrown |
the other into the sea- There was a rusb m |
the bridge; the ship was turned on her course. |
the screw throwing up a sparkling green |
letter S in getting around; boat was made |
ready for launching, but there was no |
speck then to be seen on the slopes of the |
multitudes of waves, and after lingering on |
the spot where the tragedy occurred until |