Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-11-14
IN The SOUTH.
Mrs. Anna S. Hunt, En- Route
to Atlanta Exposition,
Tells Journal Readers of Scenes and
Incidents Along the Way.
The Comforts and Discomiorts OF a Railroad
and Steamboat Journey.

nights boat for Boston, in which city we
would find ourselves Sunday morning,
Nov. 3, and at 10 80 we would be two of
the worshipping congregation at the
Clarendon Baptist church, Boston.
All me! there's no contradicting the
poets doleful assertion that-"the best
laid plans o mice and men gang aft
a-gley, for glance from the stateroom
window in the wee sma' hours of the
morning revealed to US the disagreeable
fact that we were lying or rather tossing
at anchor in that very unromantic spot,
Parkers flats. The driving sleet and
heavy waves left US IN no doubt as to the
cause of our detention, and the condition
of things out at sea. The gray morning
light gave us the same dismal outlook
and glimpse of a miniature winter alon g
the shore, and as we thought of the stretch
of water between us and the Clarendon
Street church door we knew we should
not go with the 'multitudes that keep
Holy day" and even went so far, in think
ing of the party that on the morrow
would be speeding toward the south land
as to mentally calculate with Glory
McQuirk, there's lots of good times but
l amt in EN-" 1t was, therefore, with
feeling of delight, that we heard, at g. 80
the sounds preparatory to the steamer
Starting, realizing that every revolution
OF the great wheel brought us nearer that
particular portion of the universe we
most desired at this time to reach. Recon
CLING ourselves to the inevitable, a Sun
day on the ocean, the first which the
kennebec has had for the season, we out
lined pleasant service which, with the
captains permission, might De held, and
wherein the piano and the various singers
might be drafted into service. But here
again the best planning was of no avail,
| for the same pillows that overturned our
stateroom chairs and emptied the con.
tents of our grip sacks on the floor, ban
ished from the saloon all but stolid
| Togus veteran, unmoved by such trivial
things as wind and weather, and few
brave masculines who OCCASIONALLY APP
peared to express their opinions on the
situation but as suddenly disappeared.
When, after twenty-one hours in her
berth, the writer of this article again
emerged into the outer world, it was to
find a few detected looking specimens OF
humanity Of both sexes sitting, for the
ly deciding whether or not it was really
worth while to endeavor to keep up
appearances, and if life were worth the
necessary struggle.
So correct had been the calculations of
the powers that be that at the expected
time, 30 P. NJ, the Kennebcc arrived
safely at her pier, and the terrors of sea-
sickness and the loss of valuable time
were things of the past.
We left the steamer mourning the loss
of the note book on which we had set our
heart, and which will hereafter hold the
| same relation to the craft as do the docu-
ments deposited under the corner stone OF
ii building inasmuch as in an absent
minded mood we had deliberately dropped
It, to see how it would fit into an inviting
opening under the windows at the bow
where. with couple of postals to home
friends, it will indefinitely remain. We
were profoundly grateful in forecasting
our absence from home that we should
not be obliged TO appear as the representa-
tive of q misfit clothing establishment
which fate we narrowly escaped, since our
backman had rather insisted that our
trunk belonged to Il travelling sister
whom he was leaving at the Union sta
ton, and who, evidently, was not one OF
the observing kind and would as quickly
have started on her journey with our
habiliments as her own
Seven o'clock saw most serious bal
ancing of the scales of choice. On one
side the 1--WE two and we two and we two
for ave" partnership in all things bright
or sbadowy, the companionship of the
dear "old folks at home, the pressing
and never ceasing voices calling from out
the study desk to toll both early and late
ON the other, the pocket full of tickets
: passes. checks, and sundry travelling
= paraphernalia the company OF fifteen
pleasant women and the good times
ahead. It was only the CHEEKY good bye
and bon voyage of our natural protector
T outside the car window of the Fall hivei
train that tipped the scales and put u
flight the homesick feeling that was
assuming large proportions.
Upon the noble steamer Puritan as sh'
/, olided out of the harbor and left behin'
the flights along the shore, shone tn
mellow rays of the moon so nearly at th
fulI. upon her passengers looked oo"i
: the benign face of Gov Endicott W.T.
n op;ded the little colony through Its earl.
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