New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1917-10-31

the rest did SO i hunted up my cabin
and went to sleep. The next morning
Tuesday we got under way by towing
the schooner out Of harbor with the row
boat. The waves had gone to sleep
The wind was not forthcoming. Sea-
faring men cooked their eye skyward
and shook their heads. We. drifted
and drifted while the great spreading
sails overhead tapped backwards and
forwards like overlarge trousers on q
thin mans legs. All that day we drifted.
Once in while stingy breeze would
give weak little tug at the sails, and
then let 90 as though discouraged.
The sun climbed higher and higher over
head, and as it's rays began to pour down
in vertical shafts on our humanity strewn
deck the heat grew sitting. My dog.
kennel was like the inside Of an oven
and I was forced outside only to seek
shelter again from the boiling sun.
The sailors aided by the passengers
stretched every spare bit of canvass,
over those sleeping on deck, but as the
sun came overhead and cut the shadow
of the sail to mere knife blade it was
impossible to screen many OF the people.
Below deck the air, was SO sitting that
one preferred to blister in the sun rather
than breathe the heated and fetid air
below
A Study of Character.
have heard and read much of the
extraordinary patience of the colored
race, and this was my first opportunity
to study this trait. Among the passen-
gers were many women and children.
They were without food or water. Some
few brought refreshments aboard and
this they freely shared with their neigh
bors. was indebted to a young man
for part of his lunch and bottle of
soda water. Also the captain sent
me cup Of tea and the following morn
ing cup of coffee. In this l was more
fortunate than many of my fellow pas
sengers. But on the whole voyage.
which lasted all day Tuesday and all
that night, until six the next Wednes-
day morning, over thirty hours and
from food till food some thirty-six hours,
I heard less complaint from the entire
passenger list, than have heard fire.
quently at the breakfast table in our
modern hotels. q
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My throat was parched with thirst.
My face and arms were sun blistered
almost raw. My stomach was as
empty as the sail overhead. I sat for
hours on that blistering deck and watch
ed the pitch boil out of the cracks in
the planking. / finally brought myself
to take drink of black water from the
very black cup the sailors used. Ugh.
Call that water? It was thick enough
to pass for soup, black enough to pass
for ink and strong enough to pass for
Rochefort. Water, like shirt is all
the better for an occasional change.
One swallow and I went back again to
my thirst and discomfort. I thought of
all the sweet watered gushing springs I
had known in my whole life. I could
shut my eyes and see running brooks,
gushing torrents on mountain sides,
and the old pump on the farm back
home where we used to stop up the
spout and drink through our fingers.
Hunger can be held in an allegiance, but
not thirst.
At all times we could look across that
beautiful smiling sea and see the beautiful
island of St. Thomas ahead, or turn aft
and gaze on the headlands of st. Croix
gilded with the glory of the tropic sun.
We could look and long, but that was ALL
They lay there in repose on the painted
sea and Knocked us in our misery. Off
in the suns trail school of porpoise
played tag in copper sea, and to the
starboard giant silver sided king: fish
leaped occasionally. It would have been
under other circumstances
but not now.
A Lesson in Patience.
And the people! They simply sus-
pended animation. When the sun drove
shem out Of one place they crept into
another. Some Of them never moved
rom the time they embarked until we ar
lived. Others passed the time in chat