The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1917-07-12

conclusion that the Ecvcnty-fve pas.
aengtrs would b. glad to wait all
night And IL was 80, No one com
planned Ii was all in the days work.
Far b. IL from me to complain. |
thought | could stand /, II the rest did
70 hunted up my cabin and went 10
sleep. The next morning Tuesday,
We got under way by towing the
schooner out Of tho harbor with the
row boat The waves had gone to
sleep. The wind was not forthcoming
Scafsring men cooked their eye sky
ward and shook their heads. We
drifted and drifted, while the great
spreading sails overhead tapped back
wards and forwards like over-arge
trousers on Il thin mans legs. All
that day we drifted. Once in a while
stingy breeze would give a weak
little tug nj the sails. and then let go
as though discouraged. The sun
climbed higher and higher overhead,
and as its 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 | was forced outside only
TO seek shelter again from the boiling
sun. The sailors aided by the passen-
gers stretched every spare bit Of can
vas over those sleeping on deck, but
as the sun came overhead and cut the
shadow Of the sail to mere knife
blade il 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 coored
race, and this was my first opportunity
to study this trait. Among the pas
sengers were many women and chill
dren. They were without food, or
water. Some few brought refresh
mcnts aboard and this they freely
shared with their neighbors. | was
indebted to young man for part Of
his lunch and bottle of soda water.
Also the captain sent me q cup of
tea and the following morning cup
OF coffee. In this | was more FORUM
ate than many Of my fellow passen-
gers. But on the whole voyage, which
lasted al day Tuesday and all that
night, until six the next Wednesday |
over thirty hours and from
food till food some thirty-six hours,
heard less complain from the eltire
list, than | have heard fire.
qucntly at the breakfast table in our
modern hotels.
A Dash of Bitters
My throat was parched with thirst.
My face and arms were sun blistered
almost raw. My stomach was as emp
ty as the sail overhead. | sat for
hours and watched the pitch boil out
Of the cracks in the planking. final
" brought myself to take drink Of
black water from the very black cup
he sailors used. Ugh. Call that
water? 1t was thick enough to pass
'or soup, black enough to pass for ink
md strong enough to pass for Rogue
'ort. Water, like shirt is all the bet
,er for an occasional change. One
swallow and | went back again to my
hirst and discomfort. | thought of
I'll the sweet watcred gushing
springs | had known in my whole life.
could shut my eyes and see running
brooks, gushing torrents on mountain
tides, and the old pump on the farm
Jack home where we used to stop up
he spout and drink through our fin
.ers. Hunger can be held in allegiance,
nut not thirst.
At all times we could look across
hat beautiful smiling sea and see the
island of st. Thomas ahead, {