The Republican journal., 1897-12-23
New York to Galveston by Sea.
BY EvERARD f. HATCH, U. S. A.

u The ship Lampasas, of the Mallory
III aamship Company, lay at her slip at
Vi last River, New York, on the pleasant
ommn day, Sept. 4, 1897. About on the
N e1i. We're enormous piles of cotton, the
M apany freight brought from the Tex
S ntrl; while in promiscuous confusion
he varieties Of merchandise awaiting
Il rment to the southern State.
# e ship was to sail at 3 p M, and the
sjt Of preparation proclaimed the fact.
gs we're hosting huge boxes and crates
81 y the hold the crew were cleaning and
~ ng the ship in order; drays and ex-
49, wagons were crowding upon the
mt with freight for shipment, the driv-
III pud in eXpostulation for the right of
My while the company's officers worked
&b skillful execution to reduce order
-m apparent confusion.
& turning to my station at San Antonio,
had engaged passage to Galveston on
h- steamship. Two hours before the
#f>bed, my luggage in my stateroom,
tank checked, and from the deck was
va hing the busy scene about me.
Ne were at pier 20, East River. To the
sist. and almost above us, that wonderful
9uGueering structure, the Brooklyn
# Ice, rose in its massive grandeur; to
Is \;
4 oerty Enlighteniug the World tower
Dove the blue waters; to the south,
3uld see Governor Island with it's
ming cannon; while all around We're
sky-towering granite buildings, the
aogered harbor, the crowded streets
America metropolis = crowding,
sling, rumbling Greater New York.
the hour of sailing approached, the
cue about the ship increased in hurried
leg Belated express drivers pushed
wagons with feverish haste, that
companies might not be held respon-
for delayed baggage; relatives and
is crowded the wharf to say good
to departing passengers; the clerk
4urriedly checking baggage, and try
a. accommodate himself to the usual
nd to wait on everybody first There
the usual passengers feverishly i'm
mt, who could not find their trunks,
obtaining them at the last moment
uncoucerned express drivers. \
Of parting lovers lent their presence
uacted a highly interesting scene for
3servant The man in this case was
u-laIy atfectionate; and words would
depict the distress and woe which
attendant upon the interruption of
young dream.
l5ree o'clock came. The freight was
board; the last trunk was checked; the
lots who had come to say good bye
a5 the ship and stood watching and wait
For a few moments there was
WAIT; then a sailor ran swiftly up the
-aag plank with the ships papers. and
Knew that all was ready.
t5- bows of the great ship. A hawser
was attached, and at the captain's signal
f4e title tug, looking like a speck on the
8aers, began pulling at her heavy load.
most imperceptibly the Lampasas be-
, tn move and slowly followed her guide
into the harbor; then the great en-
began to work, and our ship started
her southern course to Galveston, two
Sand miles away.
What a scene is presented to the eye as
moves out OF New York harborl The
81 larqes crowded with vessels from every
uter of the globe, the water afloat
o..a every conceivable craft, the shores
at busting with the efforts of hurry
humanity. -
gt of this famous world-influencing
."r our ship glides on its way. Down
a~t Governor Island with its memories
'ancock, on past Bedloe's Island with
statue of Liberty. past Sandy Hook
nut towards the waters of the mighty
antic.
he gong sounds for supper. The pas
~ GERS rapidly become acquainted under
influences of the dining room. This
is further developed sitting
.ether on the 4 e til the bright moon
lsting he =. ut over passengers, ship and
y Qwy wave. The land fades away, bed
tne arrives, and soon the gentle rocking
the ship brings restful sleep to all.
We awake after our first night at sea
lud lind ourselves "alone upon the deep,
deep sea- Land has long since disap-
Feared; and we behold, without distract
ing contrasts, the immensely of the ocean.
The boundless ocean, Who can meas
IRE it's domain? Who can describe its
wonders or its might? To the horizon on
very side it spreads; and looks with cold.
ruel, unsympathetic disdain on mans
pigmy structures passing over it's waves.
What joyful shores has its waters wash
sd' What sorrows has its depths conceal
I'll! OF what apostrophes by earth poets
\ rs it been the theme.
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean,
Zen thousand fleets sweep over thee in
vain