The Brinkley argus. (Brinkley, Ark.) 1883-current, 1906-08-31

we got on the boat ana into our STATE
rooms. This being Gertrude's first
experience on water she looked at
the berths and asked "mother are
these bunks1" suggested that she
wait and name them later. She
asked If the life presevers were for
pillows3 told her no they were to
look at.
AS we passed out into the big LIKE
the rain came down in sheets, tie
lightning slapped US in the face, the
thunder desfened us and the wind
howled and struck us as if 1t would
wipe the bottom OF the lake with US.
heard the Captain say, ave are
sure TO have rough night, and the
crew seemed busy to make all need
full preparations. expected trouble
with Gertrude in the way Of sea sick
ness, but to the contrary was en-
gagged to attend to myself, but did it
so quietly that no one even suspected
that was troubled at ALL | laughed
until just had to go out and hold on
to an iron pole and face the storm in
darkness and came near being blown
over board. deemed myself all
alone when heard a tremendous
heave and human voice say: "Cive
me, oh give me funeral without
| flowers and music!" and then anothe.
feeding Of the fish. thought, there is
one sensible Idea when an individual
wants no music, no flowers and no
carriages at their funeral they are just
beginning to see the light. Let US
be good to each other while here and
when we must 60 Through the valley
of the shadow Of death, go with as
little pomp, show and expense as pos
sible. In the cabin, dishes were flying
and chairs and other articles were
moving about without any visible aid.
A girl said to me In tones Of anguish.
"Are we going to be dashed to pieces3''
| replied no, put away your fear and go
to bed. 1t quieted more than doz-
en- near US who were hugging buckets,
holding towels and otherwise providing
against the conmotion Of we'll filled
stomach. So dense was the darkness
that the fog horn blew almost con-
stantly through the night Such was
just a speck Of my first experience on
treacherous lake Michigan. 1t is
treacherous because Of an ever rest
less current below, and like some
human minds, it breaks out at the
most unexpected moment and I'M
looked for places. After u hours we
landed at Pentwater.
tits picturesque. clean, quietp place.
Many old time, but good customs
prevail and some are spine creepers.
The cerfew bell rings every night at
nine o'clock-a good idea If carried
out. The church bell tolls as if for
funeral when the time arrives for
services. The majority Of the in
habitants are natives of Denmark and
a better hearted and more hospitable
class Of people never knew. | came
among them perfect stranger and
like Bridget when she lost her rec
commendation-they had to take me
as they saw me. Picnics. boating
rambles. musicales and other divers
! ions follow so fast that have little
time to write good eating every
where. No extra dressing needed.
Most Of the day is spent in ham
mock under the weeping pines, the
dense shade OF the oaks and moon
tint Of the silver poplar. Well, on
August 9th was one concert and as
the Piano accompanies failed 10 ma
teriallze Gertrude C. Bates was ob-
liged to take that part, consequently
her work as violin soloist had to be
left out. l.enclose notice from the
town paper. Which you will kindly
return as it is the only enc have.