The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-03-26

aside my howu 10 sustain. sirW The
3 boatswains, whose friZzied, fetherly faces
( on the first day gave promise Of sea yarns
/ and ocean lore revelations. ore as stolid as
I brouzes or trass.
The sergeauts-at-arms and deck stewards
walk around you, look you up and down,
over and around, fore and aft starboaTd
and port, as If TO remind you that deck
rules are deck Law, sir. The bell boys,
those LITTLE dried up old commodOres Of the
passages, library and layatOries, regard you
from beneath beetliug brows as with saw
age advance protests against possible re-
quests for favors. Wander where You may
oc your steamers decks Or within her
splendid cabins, you find but sayagery,
selfish preoccupation and despair.
And how it levels the proud and great!
Look at them spTRwliDg in their chairs
hundreds OF them, under the lee-awnlnCs,
hope, pride, scOrn, hauteur, all, flown like
the flush Of the shriveled flowers below.
That pompous Old fellow who can draw his
check for a cool million, and who, on shore,
reckOns himself a boy Of 40, you know, is
stretched there like q drunkard, holding bis
two sets OF false teeth in his nerveless hand
with the most familiar abandon. He recks
not those who see be sees not those who
reck. Here is a grand dame. as easy a sub
Ject of study, Her wig is displaced the
powder ard color have been sponRed from
one side Of her race by some attentive stew
ardess, hsr lace, hounces and silks are dis
heveled sue is snoring, diversified by snorts
and pal3teal staccatOs.
See this erst peerless New York belle!
Paint, powder and bilgewater are blend ed
in dirty French gray upon her leathery
countenance. The fog has deposited a
clammy rtme upon this Strands OF her
now waveless hair are Tutoring stickily
within her open mouth. Her eyes seem TO
have gone back into her head an inch and
are closed beneath dirty yellow lids, Amid
this wreck of beauty there is one bit of
color. 1t is in her plnky, pointed nose. 1t
would have paralyzed her to have worn a
25-cent bathing hat at sea. So from under
the edge of her $25 hat her sea- blistered
nose rises rare and red like some hectic bea-
con light looming above drear, dank, dolor-
Gus isles In a few days more the long
abused cuticle will peal from this little nose
in tenacious swirls and curls. and as she
steps upon the staging at Liverpool the rude
customs inspectors W i'll prom ounce her an
"H'American h'ojeck.'
A voluble lady, sitting in her deck-cbair
and undergoing the premonitory qualms Of
mal>de-mer, remarks to the unhappy group
about her:
'-If l get teasick like the rest of these peo-
pie, shall Just give Up my reason alto
ge,her, so I shall"
Whereupon a bluff old party awakens
from his stupoT long enough to retort. spite
fully:
Judging from my own experience, you
will give up far more than that, madamew
On the other side of the ropes, where tine
steerege passengers are herded like cattle,
you will see them walking the deck as il
at wager, with occasional quick recourse to
the side rail for relief. They are immeas-
urably brighter. SUMMER and lighter
hearted in their misery than the more COM
Portable cabin passengers. While they are
pounding merrily about deck you may ap-
preach and alphabetically accost au emf
grant with:
"Wen. my boy, how do you find yourself
this morning"
me health's all right, yer homer" Ia
plunge TO the side rail-, is the sturdy re-
joinder. Then with twinkle In his blood
shot eyes, but, faith, me tickets steerage!"
The ocean liner is never without It's fer
ret, who is sometims a divinity student
broadening his range of observation and
study" frequent y the young reporter hon
estlY DESTROYS of acquiring everything pos
sble to be learned on shipboard In six days
effort, and often female who has broken
loose in search OF career" These hu-
man Interrogation points usually have gold
Trimmed eyeglasses, invulnerable assurance,
and note books. which are drawn upon VIC
tins with the celebrity of deadly weapons.
They are abroad for information and they
get it. Cornering the ships commander on
the subject OF ssasickness, they finl:
Dear sir, or madam, have followed the
sea for twenty-five years, and have put
more in it than l ever took out of io!"
From grim old travellers they learn;
This Is my l4Oth passage, sir, or madam.
Though | have taken every meal on ship
board, have frequently missed thernl"
Irrepressible they still are when the sea
and the storm pound the waves and the fog
upon the distracted passengers while cross
ing the newfoundland banks, and there is
not life enough lett in the objects in the deck
chairs TO quicken even profane response.
1t is then they espy a solitary being, on
its legs, in blue and gold, away out forward.
They side, slip and slide up TO it. The
being proves to be a ships officer-frst,
second, third, or somewhere along the line.
But 1t is alive, has hearty jowls. a big
paunch, and hoping these bespeak genialitY,
they timidly address it.
"Beg pardon, officer, but are these fogs
always to be found here on the banksP
The being is a blue, gold and bronze
statue for a long, long time. Finally, as
they despair and are about to turn away
its red head suddenly turns quarter round,
and they Involuntary listen for It's click.
Then its cavernous, coral mouth expends
frightfully while the being roars:
low the bloody ELL do HI knows HI
doant bide 'eerew
Up in Scotland the grimness and quaint
ness of humor in speech and anecdote, rather
than in reioinder or situation, is to the trav-
eler an endless ripple of sunshine across
the stern features of Scotia's folk and land