The Republican journal., 1902-02-20

II had salt rheum on my hands 30 that
could not work. I took Hoods sarsaparilla
and it drove out the humor. I continued
its use till the sores disappeared" MRS.
j, IRA o. BROWN, Rumford Falls, Me.
!; Hoods SarsaparilIa promises to !
cure and keeps the promise. :,
gers, although it was not until the next
day that we made their acquaintance.
At the captains table, beside our party,
were a gentleman and wife and little
girl about eight This small family
group proved one of the pleasantest
additions to our list. The gentleman
was a retired sea captain, a native of
Wales, who had served the Dominion
line for twenty-five years. The lady,
an American by birth, had been
away from home for almost that length
of time, and the little girl was-Annie
Bertha James. The family We're com
ing out to visit friends in the States
leaving the remaining eight children,
nearly all grown up, at home III Borth,
Wales. At the Doctors table were two
Mr.. Fansons, who were bringing horses
out, both very interesting gentlemen.
Mrs Gardiner, a Canadian lady who
had been 'home'' on a visit, and Mr.
Malpas, young Frenchman, completed
the list. We were delighted with our
convenient stateI0oms, finding them
even more modern and roomy than
those we occupied on the outward yoy-
age, and all spent very comfortable
night. We aWOke the next morning to
find a perfect day had daWned, but
mindful of the warning conveyed i'll
the following poem, which WAS lnclosed
in a steamer letter, we had q game of
ring toss while We were still in the
mood for such gayety:
AN OCEAN VOYAGE.
First Day.
''RCll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean,
roll T.
Toss thy huge waves earth wide and
mountain high!
What care though thou spread from pole
to pole?
| stand upon this deck secure and dry.
] love the motion Of the mighty deep;
/ love the sound, the spIashing, and the
Like music soft it lulls my soul to sleep,
And | could wish to hear it ever more.
Second Day.
Why will this hateful boat keep up its
rocking?
Why Won't it wait till can get on deck?
Why won't it-Halifax, here comes my
stocking
To wind itself about my very neck,
My hat has fallen in the water pitcher;
My shoes have coasted out the cabin
door;
fear the stewardess will be the richer
Because my purse lies open on the floor.
Third Day
Roll on, thou fierce and cruel ocean. roll,
Dash thy huge waves against this strug-
cling bark
! care not to the bottom of my soul
How soon we founder in the water dark!
Better a quiet grave beneath the sea,
Better a mermaid in old Neptune'S halls,
Than die of slowly lingering agony
Or have my brains dashed out against
the walls
Fourth Day.
They wouldn't even let me die in quiet;
They said that I'd be better off on deck
Too weak was ] TO argue such fiat,
Though on the stairs nearly broke my
neck.
l really think the boat has stopped its
pitching;
It's merely wabbled for an hour or so.
L wonder if that smell comes from the
| wonder how some toast and broth
would go?
-Hebe Gray in Commercial Advertiser.
The day continued beautiful, and
ensconced in steamer chair in a
favorable situation, and fortified with
three books from the ships library, a
quiet day was passed as we sailed down
the Irish coast. Once in while we
sighted a picturesque red-sailed fishing
boat, and left it rocking in our wake.
kinsale light was signalled and we
knew the Cambroman would be report |
ed in the IN Yak mornin' pipers"
the next morning During the day the !
doctor introduced himself. g, He was
very long, and very thin, and very pale
"a young graduate from Edinburg
and was on his first voyage.
He lost no time in warning us not to be
sick, for he expected to be ''deathly ill.,
At four o'clock, when George, |
the youthful deck steward, appeared |
with his tea and biscuits, the doctor
was annoyed at my refusal of that form
of refreshment. When | told him that |
afternoon tea was the exception rather
than the rule in America, his face was a
study. But what do you drink?' he
insisted. | think he expected to be
told that everyone imbibed brandy
and soda, or cocktails, or something of
that nature. When | told him that we
didn't take anything, that was the last
straw. He sank back in his steamer
chair with resigned expression of
countenance and announced in a
tragic voice, Il shall starve"'
Id. p.