Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-01-16

snow. and this we took into the gulf
stream. The result Of the contact OF the
cold air with the warm waters was to
cause the entire face of the ocean to
smoke, as If afre. Spitefully. as though
intent upon taking a last crack at us
before we escaped to balmier ATTITUDES:
the squalls of snow and hail would
sweep down. enveloping the ocean and
the ship in a white mist. Then IT was
a case of slowing down, while the fog
whistle doomed its deep warning, and
the vexed waters; taking advantage Of
the slackened motion Of the ship, seemed
bent upon boarding her on every quarter
On the bridge the captain and his ofti-
GERS, clad in oilskins, kept their watch,
while far up in the crows nest at the
foremost head the lookout peered through
the binding snow. But when the squall
passed nothing could be seen upon these
lonely seas but an interminable stretch OF
tumbling. foam-crested waves. following
one another in futile and raging race
to the southeast.
The most remarkable effects Of light
and shadow were seen in the ocean while
in the gulf stream. At times the waves
were hills OF sapphire of the most vivid
color. breaking into a smother of white
foam that contrasted most beautifully
with the blue Under the lee of the deck
house the harder passengers grouped.
watching the glorious spectacle, while the
tcnderer ones peered from the ports OF
the drawing room in the forepart OF the
cabin. And some to be sure. sought the
seclusion which their cabin grants.
Toward evening the gale gave over the
pursuit or found it's edge taken OF by the
softer airs Of the lower latitude. The
decks resumed their level. the marathon
promenaders took UP their walks, stew
ards hustled around with beef tea. the
old-timers took their Scotch and soda IN
the smoke room, the orchestra tuned
up and life on the ocean wave was worth
living again even to the most saueamisn.
When those of you who believe in
previous reincarnation last sailed these
waters. in privateer or pirate ship. span
ish galleon or whatnot, things were diff
ferent. What would you have thought
then of a floating palace. with drawing
rooms. palmrooms, orchestras. porcelain
tubs and electric lights course dinners
and concerts on craft that can accom-
modate 400 people? You would probably
have thought you were having a bad
dream and would have told the cabin boy
to break out another puncheon of rum
Approaching the Bermudas the scene is
so wonderfully beautiful that word pic
lures cannot do justice to 1t and II pre-
scented on canvas the colorings would be
declared unreal by one who had not wit
messed the scene. The sky and the sea
matching each other in blueness. the pine
and palm clad shores rising verdantly
green from the Dlue Seltihs VI water anu
chased with the white dwellings,, cameo
like In the clear atmosphere. Such spar
kle in the waves, such champagne in the
air: everywhere life, motion. color. vivid
ness, freshness. "Ah. how good it is to
live you sigh YOU take In deep
breath.
X
Ills canny navigating TO take big
ship into Hamilton roadstead. but the old
hooker seems to feel at home as soon as
she smells the coral reefs and she trips
along gayly to the entrance to the chan
mel.
So. with the leadsman in the lee chains,
after having taken aboard the local pilot.
she threads her way through the mar
row winding channel, nOsing first one reef
and then another and shying off to port
and starboard, as though she could feel