Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1903-06-25
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1FE on the sea! Days and nights
upon roomy, comfortable, easy
a. seagoing yacht, ones very own
sailing on and on, north. south,
,ercund the world anywhere desire
leads! In winter cruising in the Medi-
terranean or, better still. in the far Isles
of the oriental tropics, in Samoa, in
| Feejee, in the cocoanut belt among the
brown Malay folk, where the parrots
scream in the palm trees and the mon-
| keys leap and make faces like eerie
! dwarfs! To stay in one place Just SO
long as 1t is agreeable, then to steam
away in your comfortable home where
you list, mayhap when summer comes
to BerinG sea to watch the seals gam
IDOL and the whales spout, to see the
midnight sun go down in continuous
/ daylight and the red, green and gold u
! the wonder of the universe, the arctic
aurora borealis, shoot it's glorious giant
arrows of light across the sky! All the
waters are before us where to choose.
! To gather from all the madding, COM
manplace crowd your few best beloved
and take them with you on and on to
study, to read, to practice music, to
! dream! To dress once a day and done
/, with it and have nobody on that yacht
is out of date!
On and on through summer seas with
the best beloved, who never quarrel,
! never meet you sweetly and lovingly
and then, vulgarian like, turn and rend
you as soon as you are out of sight,
who never masticate audibly at table,
never chew toothpicks or pick their
teeth before folk or grab for the biggest
orange or the bit of steak next the
T bone, who take a bath every day and
never talk through their noses, who are
always gentle hammered, these best be-
loved, and sweet tempered and sincere,
! who meet your courtesy with courtesy,
your kindness with kindness, and who
are faithful unto death, even as you are
to them!
Yet even this ideal life, free as the
wind, untrammeled by conventions Is
not impossible. There are women who
have lived it, who are living it. Lady
Brassey lived it with her husband, Sir
Thomas, and wrote enhancing books
of her sea wanderings Mrs. Lucy Car
negie, widow of Thomas Carnegie and
sister-in-law of Andrew, lives it with
those of her children who love the sea
as she does She sails her own yacht.
Part of the time it rides at anchor off
Cumberland island, Fernandina bay.
Florida, near the winter house of the
family. Months at time, however,
Mrs. Carnegie passes at sea, touching
at any port where the wish impels her
to stop. The youngest daughter, Miss
Nancy, received much of her educa ton
on the yacht, one cabin being fitted I'D
as schoolroom, delightful sunny, with
the pure salt air floating through, leav-
ing as it passed health and mind power,
/ Upon a yacht at sea would be the
| ideal place for poet or author. The
most tired out, drained, sapped literary
hack could gain inspiration there.
! Some years ago young lady, Miss
| Susan de Forest Day, wearied of the
perpetual dress parade and wrong side
out life of fashionable society," She
| turned her back on it all suddenly one
day and would no more of it. Down in
| New York harbor she went and chose
1 out for herself comfortable, powerful
! schooner yacht, the Scythian, easy rid
/ ing and steady, able to cope with rough
seas as we'll, just fast enough, but not
1 too fast for reposeful, roomy cruising.
Miss Day fitted up this vessel with the
| luxuries of modern life on shore, and
4 when all was ready she silently went
I forth in it without SO much as bidding
4 farewell to Mrs. Grundy, whom she left
4 behind. She sailed the seas and lived
her life. When supplies were needed
4 she touched at the nearest port for
/ them, and then off again over the blue
green water. At long intervals the
Scythian dropped anchor in New York
harbor, and then the papers contained
] an item that Miss Susan de Forest Day