The united opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1881-1970, 1910-09-23

} last of Tour E on shore. Even though
we were going home, we could realize
that others were going from home on
considerably more serious business
than sightseeing, as We watched the
long lines of waving handkerchiefs
and heard the parting shout, half
wall, half cheer. We were not quick
ly out of sight of land for we sailed
down the Clyde all day, watching the
shore and its variations, while the Co
lumbia gave no indications of her kit
tenish ways in her stately voyage out
of port. We made an early evening
call at Londonderry and took on some
hundreds to make the steerage less
lonesome, and fill the few unoccupied
shelves" in the first and second cabin.
! You have seen a cork in a tub of ag1-
tated water. Well, it is more pleasant
TO look at it than to look from it. ~
hours from Glasgow made the state
rooms and decks popular but there
were few so lacking in feeling as to
mention the dining saloon. Sunday
Monday and Tuesday did this dance of
death continue, while saffron was the
predominating color both within and
without The waves dashed high
above both decks Sunday, and for
those who enjoy that sort of thing, it
was just the sort of thing that would
be enjoyable, as the rainbow tints
were most brilliant. The most of the
shipload, however, were more in the
mood to appreciate the story of Bish-
op Vincent, under much the same cir
cumstances, probably. The story is that
the Bishop was so very seasick that
fears were entertained for his life as
he had a weak heart. Just to get his
mind away fro mhimself, it was decid-
ed to tell him that his son in the next
approached his side, with a grave face
and informed him that his son was
very i'll. On being questioned how
serious it was, he was told that it was
very serious, in fact that even death
might come to him. The Bishop look
ed a second at the doctor and then
closing his eyes, murmmed lucky |
dog" Lucky dog, indeed, but all
things end and Thursday proved the
rule. The sea smiled up at us on deck.
seemingly thinking a practical joke
had been played on us.
We have had all the sports on the
decks since then, and now we have had
our concert, at which our own COM
bination party-what is left of Tours
d and E-contributed a star in Mr..
Van Wye, the conductor of d, under
whose protection, we have crossed the
ocean. He Is a very fine reader, al
though now engaged in teaching the
art in Cincinnati University, instead
Of doing platform work. This was one
Of those occasions when We felt that
we were basking in reflected glory,
and we enjoyed the importance Of it
It has been a quiet trip, as the re-
a
Tor resting, reading, a little visiting
md much sleeping. Now we are with
n a few hours of New York, the last
and, which we saw being Cape Race
Ind the low lying shelf of land which
'uns down to it, which We know as ,
he Banks. 1t was the second time in =,
hree years, the Columbia has seen
his point, because it is usually mod
,stly hidden in a dense fog. We had
few hours in which to watch the !
leep sea fishing, as innumerable small
'oats with all sails set were dancing 4
Ipon the waves, while the winter liv-
ng was to be found beneath them. II &
vas an unusual as well as pictur- y
.sque bit Of ocean life to be seen at 5
his place. h
We are now all on the alert for the
anding, as it is promised that we will il
nchor tonight and get off by seven or
light tomorrow morning, which means
arly rising for Sunday morning. The
oliday is over-but no matter how {
many other voyages are undertaken,
his first trip abroad will never be- V
qualed in fits elear-cut impressions
nd fascinating memories of past h
and present glories. i
America is still the spot toward
-hieh we return periodically grateful q