The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1902-01-13
GOOD OLD YANKEELAND!
G. Morrill, Concludes His Foreign Trip and Offers Few Phio
sophca and Religious Observations Which Cost
You Nothing.
You Nothing.

had planned call at Blarney Castle
and visit to an old friend in Edinburgh,
but it was too late. Time, tide and ship
wait for no man, and I cOnSoled myself
by saying Ireland and Scotland are nearer
by and could run over there any time.
It was Thursday, May 10, and we were
to leave Old England on the New Eng
land The dock was filled with people,
and we were glad to start for home.
A smallpox patient traveller who had
eluded all quarantine and had taken me
by his gloved hand in the British Museum,
was spotted at last and not permitted
to board the vessel.
Fifty little orphans in line started down
the gangplank, one fell down and then
there were forty-nine, on top of him, but
rescued him and laughter filled the
dimpled face which had been full of tears.
All ashore, a signal, rush of steam,
and we were off, AS the city and shore
disappeared, my eyes splashed with water
salter than the sea, and in the spirit OF
Charles Dickens, with the words of his
Tiny Tim, said, "God bless us all every
one."
After dinner that night watched the
steerage passengers fiddle and dance ana
knew that JOY was no respecter or per
sons Later in the grand salon, a1ter
promenade. music and talk, lady pas
senger drank the toast, "Bon Voyage in
a glass of hot lemonade, which shivered
in her hands and spattered over all. She
laughed and said 1t was a good sign, but
I was a little skeptical, so went to my
room. read Double Thread" and pre-
pared for rough weather by sewing but
tons on my storm coat and pants. Ih1s
done 1 stuck the needle into my chum,
Professor P, who was an ofganlst at
home, and lay snoring in way equal to
nj,
trombone.
Queenstown and the Sea.
Next morning we anchored at Queens
town and. begorry, the auld Emerald isle
was Just before us. We didn't land put
some of the natives boarded our snip ana
sold us beads, lace and black thorn canes.
These statesmen were 3olly lilsn oe 49,, .
and the women recalled Moore's nnes:
son she went and her maiden smile IN
safety lighted her round the green isle.
Life on the ocean wave is calm and rest
full Every one wears easy clothes ana
manners. You eat, drink, doZe, read, chaC,
promenade, play poker, ring-toss or shut
file board, recount experiences or swap
stories. One evening played the wed
ding march for couple VINO, had ceie-
brated their anniversary on BOARD Lale sI
went to an orphans concert IN the art
"a hin where men and women played and
sang in all keys and none. 1t seems l
was somewhat of prophet, for one morn
ing.I began to feel little "homesick
and came on deck without a shave or
necktie' would have gone by land II l
could, but "Mr. Captain would not stop
the boat and let me off and walk" Sun
day I was convalescent and preached from
the travellers psalm, "He maketh the
storm a calm so that the waves thereof
are still: then are they glad because they
be quiet"
Boston and America.
II was good Friday indeed when the
pilot whom, we had picked up brought us
Into the harbor. Christopher G. guessed
his way across the ocean but we came
straight as a Kentucky colonel to Louis
Vile bar. There Is no doubt that the
greatest genii in the Arabian Nights was
the steam that came out OF the little bot
tie and took shape. We slowed UP IN the
bay because of the fog. Later the wharf
appeared and in my attempts to attract
the attention of Lucian B. Swift l slipped
and fell on the wet boards but the old
flag that carried didn't mop the deck.
No matter what your religion or poll
tice may be you are always free trader
when you come to shore government
official was on to his job and mine. I
/ OferGQ hin SOOu duFlSS ohu oSSioIcnSO
which he ignored politely, as he proceeded
to play Vesuvius with my picked up
plunder. had several narrow escapes,
but he let me off free. He was a gentle
man. Home again! I was so int oxtcated
with it's atmosphere and patriotism that
I didn't know whether walked or flew
over Boston Common and Bunker Hill
monument My friend, Little Nell"
tried to sober me but only subsidized
when saw burly policeman who eyed
me suspiciously and acted as il he would
| like to run me in.
I brought my household gods back t.
| America and this conviction which would
write in capital letters: That there is nc
land In all the world like ours in respect
| to It's domain. history and citizenship
that for unity, wages, education and re-
ligion, we are foremost In the files o.
/ time. had rather be born poor her.
than prince anywhere Else.
s Travel had alway been q fruit Of rest