The daily sentinel., 1907-10-21

sumption. The furnaces consume
about 100 tons per day. The speed
averaged eleven miles per hour.
With this lengthy Introduction.
you will have some idea of the good
i ship fremont. Perhaps | ought to
add that no officers ever did more
than those liz command OF our ship
for the comfort of the passengers.
Long Journey Begins.
Friday evening July 26th we were
ordered aboard as the ship was to
sail at daylight the next morning.
At a. m. we heard the order:
Draw up the gang plank" Silently
and slowly we backed out into the
sound, the ships prov was headed
toward the sea and the long journey
had begun. About noon the north
west course was changed to nearly
due west and we entered the narrow
| straits of Juan de Fuca, the mythical
strait of Anian.
The Washington shore of the
strait is bold and stands out as
giant sea wall. The Olympic range
seem to rise out of the very water In
places. Just over the town of PIT.
Angeles. there is a gap in the range
called Angels Gate. Through this
break one gets splendid view of
, lollN SHoW-Cdppeu mountains Idr 10
the south. on the Vancouver shore
an unbroken line of primal forest ex-
tends as far as the eye can see.
Goodbye TO U. S. A.
BY O'Clock Cape Flattery, far
to the southeast is bidding us adleu
with the Stars and Stripes. Long
after the distance has swallowed the
flag and only the dim outline of
the shore is visible we lihger on deck.
Before us Is gorgeous sunset at
sea, but we are not looking toward
the West. There will be plenty OF
time for the West and sunsets when
that little piece of land in the East
has disappeared.
For those of us who were on our
maiden voyage, 1t seemed all at
once as though all we held dear In
our lives was slipping away, and we
were leaving home and country and
flag behind.
Many weary league lay between
us and the sight of our flag again
ard then it would represent n sup
erior race exercising a benevolent
sovereignty over an Inferior people.
On Balboa's Sea
Night shut out the East and be-
fore us lay the limitless Western
sea-Balboa's ocean of calm. where
the sun rises ad the sun sets; where
time begins and ends.
Moving Over the Water
We We're now fairly out to sea. My
dream of the monotonous rise and
fall of the ship was dlspelled Sitting
in the dining saloon one could easily
imagine he was in n hotel ashore.
so steadily did the ship glide through
the waves. OF course there were
days when It was not exactly like
a hotel, but for the most part there
was no discomfort.
How Time Is Spent
How did we spend our time? Shut
twenty-five people into n hotel, give
them plenty of servants and good
things to eat; shut off all news from
the outside world. and you viii have
a fairly good idea of how the time
is spent.
There was dancing. the omnipres-
ent photograph, magazines, and
books. Usually il the smoking-room
two or three games of cards were
going. quite frequently money was
changing hands at the turn of card.
Occasionally some exercised the great
American privilege of getting drunk.
Old Noyagcrs Have Fun
The old timers found sport in the
of the first voyage trav-
elers.' I suppose it will do Lo harm
to confess that | became the first op-
Very innocently, | asked
the chief officer one evening at din
ner, question. had l given a mo-
ments though to what | was asking
| would not have asked. My gray
matter was not working, so | said:
do you ever meet any icebergs in
the northern Pacific" His answer
would not look very good in print.
He looked at me, ''Icebergsl Why
-. man, Behring Sea is nothing
but pond, you couldn't get an ice
berg there" l assure you after that
thought 1t was bliss to continue ig-
norant. Two of the young men at
my table laughed at my blunder, and