Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1901-10-15
The Pains and Pleasures of Him
Who Crosses.
The a 10Y First Day and the Sorrow.
ful Second Day.
The Pastimes Of the Deck 1.-The Sights oil the
Ship..End Of the Voyage.

| tue IlFSt tll1e on Noul lIIdIuen UP
across. about an hour after sailing. as
you stand in the middle of your state
room and make unfavorable COMPARE
sons between the wardrobe facilities
| of your new quarters afloat and those
of your old ones ashore. There seems
| to be only about one hook for every
| thirteen garments awaiting suspen-
sion, a situation that immediately
| precipitates the saintliness or the sell
| tiShneSS of your roommate. 4 con
| traction of ones comforts is always
cpt. you know. to expand ones irii-
liabilities. writes Winslow Tarbell in
| the Boston Transcript.
1t was at least an hour before sail
| ing time that you came aboard and
| YOU spent that hour in a mad rush Of
| suppressed excitement. You tried to
watch and to say and to do SO many
things at the same time. For the most
Fart YOU said an unlimited number of
good byes" which. now you come to
| think of them. might quite as well
| have been left unsaid. One moment
you were at the rail. near the gang
plank. watching a drama SO real that
| every actor in ii carried his heart in
his mouth; the next moment you were
| in the saloon where the air was heavy
| with the fragrance of farewell flowers
| and filled with the hum of hurried con-
| versatior that came from the little
| groups around the tables. When
| You stop to recall some of the other
significant things that happened it is
| only the foolishly insignificant ones
| that come to the front. You remember
| having smiled for instance. at the man
| who swore he'd never again ask so
many friends down to see him off he
cause life was short and 4 champagne
hill long. and YOU remember also hav-
ing observed that when the whistle
blew to clear the ship all the pretticst
girls Went ashore. This having been
noticed on previous occasions leaves
YOU in doubt as to whether pretty girls
don't travel at all or that they simply
| prefer to avoid the boats on which YOU
chance to he a passenger You smiled
| again when YOU overheard one Of those
| nervous, trouble seeking individuals
ask a steward at what hours the trains
| wont UP to London from Southampton.
You thought he was running a bit
| ahead Of this schedule: which was not
true. however. of another fellow. d
iear-car-chasing suburbanite who
| came across the plank on the dead run.
bags humping against his logs. just
as it was being pulled in.
Then came that remarkable moment
! when sudden, comparative stiffness
occurred. just after the last gang
| FLANK ana the last iliNSar had been
cleared. ana just hcf"r- that deep.
CULTURAL voice of steam. coming some
whore from the great iron lungs Of the
monster beneath vnur feet. hruhc t!un-
derinCly for h into prolonged hoarst.
whistle that echoed and r.-echoecl
along the WATERFRONT. \ slight thrill.
an almost imperceptible motion, and
the top of the dock shed seemed to he
gliding past you. 1t had really hap
pencd-you We're off at last, Aud after
that tire waving of many handker-
chiefs and the tightening Of many
throats.
Steadily you kept your eyes fixed
upon that little group of your friends
who 1T one end Of the huge dock were
trying 50 hard to see the last uf YOU.
Then slowly. as if 10th to break home
ties, the steamer pulled off down the
channel. and one by one the old ia
miliar landmarks faded away into "A
gray. indistinguishable mass on "A
| y
to scratch off those few incoherent let
ters to be taken back by the pilot a
glimpse or two of Boston Light as you
curved ma jestically past it, one fare
we'll look astcrn at the fathcrland
J which now begins to take on new
significance. and you came below. An
hour later and your stateroom is as
ship-shape as the captains: at least
| ipL- JIy h,-i
: when the rollers pile high and crooked.
| and Your bags and bottles come
tumbling down on your head. you will
think differently. Yes. it is true; you
are tired, bit headachy, and above
| all tremendously hungry
| And then for the first time comes the
most inspiring sound that can be heard
on the waters Of the deep-the bugIc
call. Gabiiers trumpet summoning one
into the realms of paradise could not
strike a more responsive chord within
Your heart, Well-your commits
Sariat department, if you must stick
to facts and feelings. 1t means dress
fer dinner. and in half an hour it
echoes again from different parts Of the
ship. This time it sounds still better
for it means dinner itself SO eat, my
friend. eat. Eat all you can and feast
while you may. The sun is shining,
the waters of the Atlantic run smooth;
| take, / pray YOU. no thought of the
| morrow. for the morrow. alas. has a
| peculiarly decisive way of taking
| thought for itself. Good night
The morrow has come. 1.3O A. NJ.
| The hhgle call echoes again somewhere
| outside your stateroom, but. All me-
ha = &c.
Gabriel Of any description. but the
Devil of the Deep Sea himself. Who
can over remember that a bugle call
sounded in any way superb? Not you.
Who can ever remember anything
about crabes cOquilles mOlles. q la
tartarc? Not you. With whom did
You have that delightful stroll on the
promenade deck last evening? Really.
your head doesn't think it worth while
to remember Who's elected: which
horse won the Derby? Deuced if you
care. Steward. please draw the cur
tain. Yes. a little cracked ice and
lemon. II YOU will. And s-a-a-ay, if
therc are any iceberSs floating around|
mandy outside, please tell the captain
to run into one of them and sink the