The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1902-03-13
IN KING EDWARDS DOMAIN.
Notes of n Six Weeks Trip to England and
Scotland.

fog bank, but soon passed through it
ard we were able to sit out on deck for
a while. Not long, however, for it be-
gan to rain, and we were glad to gather
up wraps, shawls, and the inevitable
books, and escape into the library,
where we spent the remainder of the
day, relieving the monotony by occasion
al visits to the smoking room, or re
ceiving callers from that direction.
We retired early and two of us, at
least, slept the sleep of the just, hap
PLY unconscious of the happenings Of
the night until they were retailed to
our astonished ears in the morning.
At about ten o'clock the sea began to
get rough, and at half-past ten we ship
ped an enormous sea, wetting to the
skin through thick overcoat the watch
in the "crow-nest," two-thirds up the
foremost The forward hatch over the
horses had not been put on, on their &C
count, but temporary one had been
| constructed The wave made mince
meat of this. letting an enormous vol
ume of water down on the poor, half
crazed horses. The younger Mr.. Fan
son. one of their owners, always spent
good part of the night with them, and
happened to be there then, with one of
of the crew-a mere boy-as his only
companion. He ordered the boy to go
on deck for assistance, and the boy re-
fused. After continued commands,
however. he went and when returning
with help was nearly washed overheard,
the man who saved him breaking three
fingers in the effort. MI FanSon, after
wards said he thought at the time the
snip was going down head first, and
many others were of that opinion. All
night officers and crew were busy, direct
| lug and constructing, and many times
results of their labors. By morning,
however, everything was shipshape ana
nothing was noticeable to the casual
observer. The captain, who with the
other officers on the bridge WAS wet
through, estimated the velocity of the
wind at fifty miles an hour.
Neither wind nor sea was particularly
i calm when We went on deck that NOM
| ing and we were not sorry to seek
| the shelter of the chart-room, where a
good part of the morning was spent,
watching the seas break over the bow
| Annie Bertha James soon tracked us to
our lain however, and at every excla-
nation OF womb. OF awe that fell from
our lips she would scream, "Oh, what it
is: what it is" getting her English a
little 'tWisted' i'll her excitement and
anxiety to see out OF the windows over
her head. We would emerge from our
comfortable quarters for a few minutes,
just for the JOY of fighting with the
wind and feeling the spray strike our
faces, singing like small particles of
sand. 1t was glorious Ihat feeling of
exaltation that seemed to carry us up
and out of ourselves into the very
throbbing, beating heart of the Storm
King, who ragged about us. These ex-
tracts from a poem, by Frank l.. Tasker
seemed slngularly appropriate.
HoMEWARp BOUND.
There is no sorrow anywhere,
Or care, or pain. The singing hail
Beats OH our faces like hail.
Green waters curl about the rail-
And all the stcrm's high trumpets blare,-
Whistles the wind, and roars the sea,
And canvas bellows to be free
Spars whine, planks creak,-I only smile,
For home our keel creeps, mile on mile.
Past us the Wild sea horses race,
Leap mp to seize each tWanging brace,
Or slip beneath our lifting keel.
Dreaming, see the scudding clouds,
And ice make IN the forward shrouds,
/ And all the long waves topped with foam
ct heed them not I'm going home.
We awaited the posting of the log
eagerly that day, and found that we
lad logged but POS miles. while the
''remarks" said: Fresh westerly gale
and high rough head sea. Fine cloudy
weather" The remainder of the day
was spent in reading, writing and talk
ing, and specializing upon when we
should get ina never-failing, always
interesting topic. 1t grew rougher
toward night, and about midnight the
wind increased to a gale, not abating
much until Sunday morning, when it
was rough enough to make locomotion
rather uncomfortable. The log at noon
displayed an increase of but twelve
miles over the day before, and the re-
marks were: Hard westerly gale,
heavy squalls. Moderating to strong
winds. Cloudy weather. High rough
head sea" And down below were the
words: "Distance to Portland, PA
miles" That meant home the next
day 1t also meant we must bid good
bye to the Cambroman and her people,
all Of whom, from Captain Jones down
to George" occupied good big corner
in our hearts. We had been priv
legged characters on board, and were
10th to give up our little monarchy.
But still, home was big compensa-
ton. Were we glad, or were we sorry?
We hardly knew, That afternoon the