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was one young man who seemed to me a master in the art of making
desirable acquaintances for the trip. He entered upon his work ere the
Golden Gate had sunk below the horizon. He had a friendly word for all.
His approach and address were prepossessing. He spoke to me kindly. I was
miserable and flung myself upon him for sympathy. The wretch was merely
testing me as a compagnon de voyage. He found me unsuitable. He flung
me from him with easy but cold politeness, and consorted with an
“educated German gentleman.” I revenged myself by playing the same
tactics on a sea-and love-sick German carriage-maker. “An eye for an eye, a
tooth for a tooth,” you know.
We touched at Magdalena Bay and Punta Arenas. We expected to stay at
Punta Arenas twelve hours to discharge a quantity of flour. Four times
twelve hours we remained there. Everybody became very tired of Costa
Rica. The Costa Rican is not hurried in his movements. He took his own
time in sending the necessary lighters for that flour. A boat load went off
once in four hours. The Costa Ricans came on board, men and women,
great and small, inspected the Sacramento, enjoyed themselves, went on
shore again, lay down in the shade of their cocoanut palms, smoked their
cigarettes and slept soundly, while the restless, uneasy load of humanity on
the American steamer fretted, fumed, perspired, scolded at Costa Rican
laziness and ridiculed the Costa Rican government, which revolutionizes
once in six months, changes its flag once a year, taxes all improvements,
and acts up to the principle that government was made for the benefit of
those who govern. Many of the passengers went on shore. Some came back
laden with tropical flowers, others full of brandy. The blossoms filled the
vessel the whole night with perfume, while the brandy produced noise and
badly-sung popular melodies.
The Grinder went on shore with the rest. On returning he expressed
disgust at the Costa Ricans. He thought that “nothing could ever be made of
them.” He had no desire that the United States should ever assimilate with
any portion of the Torrid Zone. He predicted that such a fusion would prove
destructive to American energy and intelligence. We had enough southern
territory and torpor already. The man has no appreciation of the indolence
and repose of the tropics. He knows not that the most delicious of
enjoyments is the waking dream under the feathery palm, care and
restlessness flung aside, while the soul through the eye loses itself in the
blue depths above. He would doom us to an eternal rack of civilization and
Progress-work—grind, jerk, hurry, twist and strain, until our nerves, by
exhaustion unstrung and shattered, allow no repose of mind or body; and
even when we die our bones are so infected by restlessness and
goaheaditiveness that they rattle uneasily in our coffins.
Panama sums up thus: An ancient, walled, red-tiled city, full of convents
and churches; the ramparts half ruined; weeds springing atop the steeples
and belfries; a fleet of small boats in front of the city; Progress a little on
one side in the guise of the Isthmus Railroad depot, cars, engines, ferry-
boat, and red, iron lighters; a straggling guard of parti-colored, tawdry and
most slovenly-uniformed soldiers, with French muskets and sabre bayonets,
drawn up at the landing, commanded by an officer smartly dressed in blue,
gold, kepi, brass buttons and stripes, with a villainous squint eye, smoking a
cigar. About the car windows a chattering crowd of blacks, half blacks,
quarter blacks, coffee, molasses, brown, nankeen and straw colored natives,
thrusting skinny arms in at the windows, and at the end of those arms
parrots, large and small, in cages and out, monkeys, shells, oranges,
bananas, carved work, and pearls in various kinds of gold setting; all of
which were sorely tempting to some of the ladies, but ere many bargains
were concluded the train clattered off, and we were crossing the continent.
The Isthmus is a panorama of tropical jungle; it seems an excess, a
dissipation of vegetation. It is a place favorable also for the study of
external black anatomy. The natives kept undressing more and more as we
rolled on. For a mile or two after leaving Panama they did affect the shirt.
Beyond this, that garment seemed to have become unfashionable, and they
stood at their open doors with the same unclothed dignity that characterized
Adam in the Garden of Eden before his matrimonial troubles commenced.
Several young ladies in our care first looked up, then down, then across,
then sideways: then they looked very grave, and finally all looked at each
other and unanimously tittered.
Aspinwall! The cars stop; a black-and-tan battalion charge among us,
offering to carry baggage. They pursue us to the gate of the P. M. S. S.
depot; there they stop; we pass through one more cluster of orange, banana,
and cigar selling women; we push and jam into the depot, show our tickets,
and are on board the Ocean Queen. We are on the Atlantic side! It comes
over us half in awe, half in wonder, that this boat will, if she do not reach
the bottom first, carry us straight to a dock in New York. The anticipation of
years is developing into tangibility.
We cross the Caribbean. It is a stormy sea. Our second day thereon was
one of general nausea and depression. You have perhaps heard the air,
“Sister, what are the wild waves saying?” On that black Friday many of our
passengers seemed to be earnestly saying something over the Ocean
Queen’s side to the “wild, wild waves.” The Grinder went down with the
rest. I gazed triumphantly over his prostrate form laid out at full length on a
cabin settee. Seward, Bancroft, politics, metaphysics, poetry, and
philosophy were hushed at last. Both enthusiasm and patriotism find an
uneasy perch on a nauseated stomach.
But steam has not robbed navigation of all its romance. We find some
poetry in smoke, smoke stacks, pipes, funnels, and paddles, as well as in the
“bellying sails” and the “white-winged messengers of commerce.” I have a
sort of worship for our ponderous walking-beam, which swings its many
tons of iron upon its axis as lightly as a lady’s parasol held ’twixt thumb and
finger. It is an embodiment of strength, grace, and faithfulness. Night and
day, mid rain and sunshine, be the sea smooth or tempestuous, still that
giant arm is at its work, not swerving the fractional part of an inch from its
appointed sphere of revolution. It is no dead metallic thing: it is a
something rejoicing in power and use. It crunches the ocean ’neath its
wheels with that pride and pleasure of power which a strong man feels
when he fights his way through some ignoble crowd. The milder powers of
upper air more feebly impel yon ship; in our hold are the powers of earth,
the gnomes and goblins, the subjects of Pluto and Vulcan, begrimed with
soot and sweat, and the elements for millions and millions of years
imprisoned in the coal are being steadily set free. Every shovelful generates
a monster born of flame. As he flies sighing and groaning through the wide-
mouthed smokestack into the upper air, he gives our hull a parting shove
forward.
A death in the steerage—a passenger taken on board sick at Aspinwall.
All day long an inanimate shape wrapped in the American flag lies near the
gangway. At four P.M. an assemblage from cabin and steerage gather with
uncovered heads. The surgeon reads the service for the dead; a plank is
lifted up; with a last shrill whirl that which was once a man is shot into the
blue waters; in an instant it is out of sight and far behind, and we retire to
our state-rooms, thinking and solemnly wondering about that body sinking,
sinking, sinking in the depths of the Caribbean; of the sea monsters that
curiously approach and examine it; of the gradual decay of the corpse’s
canvas envelope; and far into the night, as the Ocean Queen shoots ahead,
our thoughts wander back in the blackness to the buried yet unburied dead.
The Torrid Zone is no more. This morning a blast from the north sweeps
down upon us. Cold, brassy clouds are in the sky; the ocean’s blue has
turned to a dark, angry brown, flecked with white caps and swept by blasts
fresh from the home of the northern floe and iceberg. The majority of the
passengers gather about the cabin-registers, like the house-flies benumbed
by the first cold snap of autumn in our northern kitchens. Light coats,
pumps and other summer apparel have given way to heavy boots, over-
coats, fur caps and pea-jackets. A home look settles on the faces of the
North Americans. They snuff their native atmosphere: they feel its bracing
influence. But the tawny-skinned Central Americans who have gradually
accumulated on board from the Pacific ports and Aspinwall, settle
inactively into corners or remain ensconced in their berths. The air which
kindles our energies wilts theirs. The hurricane-deck is shorn of its awnings.
Only a few old “shell-back” passengers maintain their place upon it, and yet
five days ago we sat there in midsummer moonlit evenings.
We are now about one hundred miles from Cape Hatteras. Old Mr.
Poddle and his wife are travelling for pleasure. Came to California by rail,
concluded to return by the Isthmus. Ever since we started Cape Hatteras has
loomed up fearfully in their imaginations. Old Mr. Poddle looks knowingly
at passing vessels through his field-glass, but doesn’t know a fore-and-aft
schooner from a man-of-war. Mrs. Poddle once a day inquires if there’s any
danger. Mr. Poddle does not talk so much, but evidently in private meditates
largely on hurricanes, gales, cyclones, sinking and burning vessels. Last
night we came in the neighborhood of the Gulf Stream. There were flashes
of lightning, “mare’s tails” in the sky, a freshening breeze and an increasing
sea. About eleven old Mr. Poddle came on deck. Mrs. Poddle, haunted by
Hatteras, had sent him out to see if “there was any danger;” for it is evident
that Mrs. Poddle is dictatress of the domestic empire. Mr. Poddle ascended
to the hurricane-deck, looked nervously to leeward, and just then an old
passenger salt standing by, who had during the entire passage
comprehended and enjoyed the Poddletonian dreads, remarked, “This is
nothing to what we shall have by morning.” This shot sent Poddle below.
This morning at breakfast the pair looked harassed and fatigued.
The great question now agitating the mind of this floating community is,
“Shall we reach the New York pier at the foot of Canal street by Saturday
noon?” If we do, there is for us all long life, prosperity and happiness: if we
do not, it is desolation and misery. For Monday is New Year’s Day. On
Sunday we may not be able to leave the city: to be forced to stay in New
York over Sunday is a dreadful thought for solitary contemplation. We
study and turn it over in our minds for hours as we pace the deck. We live
over and over again the land-journey to our hearthstones at Boston,
Syracuse, and Cincinnati. We meet in thought our long-expectant relatives,
so that at last our air-castles become stale and monotonous, and we fear that
the reality may be robbed of half its anticipated pleasure from being so
often lived over in imagination.
Nine o’clock, Friday evening. The excitement increases. Barnegat Light
is in sight. Half the cabin passengers are up all night, indulging in
unprofitable talk and weariness, merely because we are so near home. Four
o’clock, and the faithful engine stops, the cable rattles overboard, and
everything is still. We are at anchor off Staten Island. By the first laggard
streak of winter’s dawn I am on the hurricane-deck. I am curious to see my
native North. It comes by degrees out of the cold blue fog on either side of
the bay. Miles of houses, spotted with patches of bushy-looking woodland
—bushy in appearance to a Californian, whose oaks grow large and widely
apart from each other, as in an English park. There comes a shrieking and
groaning and bellowing of steam-whistles from the monster city nine miles
away. Soon we weigh anchor and move up toward it. Tugs dart fiercely
about, or laboriously puff with heavilyladen vessels in tow. Stately ocean
steamers surge past, outward bound. We become a mere fragment of the
mass of floating life. We near the foot of Canal street. There is a great deal
of shouting and bawling and counter-shouting and counter-bawling, with
expectant faces on the wharf, and recognitions from shore to steamer and
from steamer to shore. The young woman who flirted so ardently with the
young Californian turns out to be married, and that business-looking,
middle-aged man on the pier is her husband. Well, I never! Why, you are
slow, my friend, says inward reflection. You are not versed in the customs
of the East. At last the gangway plank is flung out. We walk on shore. It is
now eighteen years since that little floating world society cemented by a
month’s association scattered forever from each other’s sight at the Canal
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