Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1897-01-08
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Sunday morning you mount deck il
your best and attend church. ON
captain dressed in white duck fills the
ecclesiastic chair and conducts the
servces.which consist mostly of hymns
aud thus the long hours fit by.
While in the midst of pleasure we
are an sorrow. \ baby in its infancy
has been plucked from our midst by
tsHs hand OF death. Little did the
ufetiaer dream as she boarded the ship
AT southampton that the time was SO
near when the glad chatter of the
laughing child by her side would be
hushed, when her young heart would
tNat no more. when this vivacious little
spirit would cease to be with her.
Haz>dlya y day seemed to have passed
s1nse she was seen chatting away on an
death. The customary "Yo heave yo''
as the sailors tighten the rope is scarce
w andible. All steal along the decks
as If afraid they would awake the little
spirit from its never ending slumber.
The Union Jack floats at half mast.
The engines are heard slowing up un-
tak cse are at H standstill. Slowly the
.s9seful ring of the death knell is heard
:fs 1t tolls off the approachment of the
funeral ceremonies. The last sad rites
srss ahnut to be performed. The little
.:aalvas shrouded body is carefully
tsaane, followed by the bereaved and
heartbreken mother. The captain
reads the Impressive burial service and
:as ahe last notes of the mournful strain
-.Nearer my tiod to Thee" dies on the
ssa,row stricken atmosphere all that
REMAINS vi the pet of the ship, the
pride of the mothers heart, is lowered
~ Its last resting place. One splash
ard it is folded in the rough embrace
.1 the surging Atlantic and such is a
ssGxth and burial in mid-ocean. How
eJoseaseath draws us together was never
more clearly demonstrated than in this
G&S9 lytoll lIl3 Olu StlUs W1O 10 uuI0ly
known to us, is seen wiping a tear from
his weather beaten face. There will be
nc little grave tovisit and keep green
uuthing to recall her remembrance but
the 1mlrmur of the cold, cold waves.
Years have passed since the father bid
them a fond adieu. For years has he
boiled under the scorching sun of
Africa, enduring the hardships Of Il
now country with the hope of securing
a start in life: II home that would be Il
fountain of happiness and "a paradise
for his family: refuge from the mis-
cries of poverty. AnNiously he awaits
their arrival. the days seeming years
rs ne contemplates the joy it will bring
To once again toss that laughing. curly
kesaded babe in the air and feel the
tender caress of loving wife. All,
,U}nat must be the miseries of that dis
appointment For nine out of ten
mortals, how much better. how intin-
itely much better, it would be never to
haWe been born.
After this sad event the passengers
seem to be oblivious of their surround
ings and our evening entertainments
and sports are forgotten. Sea life was
penNming monotonous and depressing
especially to the American contingent,
who had been on the Atlantic for near
ly four weeks and many wished them
selves once more on ''terra- firma.'
AT noon on the 18th of March we
took our first glimpse of the Cape.
Standing majestically i'll front of us,
towering toward the cerulean dome
was the famous Table Mountain. Con
siderable guessing was INDUCED in as
to whether it was land or heavy clouds
upon the horizon, but upon the arrival
of the authoritative and we'll informed
passenger and his far seeing telescope
every doubt as to its being land was
oanished. Yes, it was really Table
Mountain. This strangely fashioned
mountain. this freak of nature is near
zy 1000 feet high and not more than a
mile or two inland. Ittakes wonderful
forms as the cloud falls. First its lofty
summit is crowned in tleecy whiteness
The Hottentot when in possession
hooked upon it i'll holy awe. 1t was to
him the cloud compeller. 1.-THE God OF
storms" but through the irreverence
of his white successor has been dubbed
liable Cloth" Then again it hangs in
great folds over its rocky parapets and
is phenominally beautiful. That night
we dropped anchor in the calm, mo
tionless bay.
a few minutes in Capetown and We
will journey on to the Randi. 1t wa.
a scorching hot day when we landed
and the sun beat down on the white
sandy beach in dazzling brilliancy. II
was especially dazzling to us fresh from
Il Black Hills winter, but the purity
and dryness of the atmosphere made il
far from oppressive. just imagine