Tuesday, Oct. 22nd
Squally today. I'm mad. I don't believe there ever was a girl
in the world who had to stand so much teasing as I do. I don't
mind a little. I am not very easily teased, I think, but sometimes
it becomes unbearable, and I go in my stateroom and slam the door
in somebody's face. Then every night, after I retire to my stateroom,
I have to prop open my eyes and listen to a long recital of Mrs.
Ballard's distresses until I cannot stand it another minute and
fall off asleep.
Mr. De Silver is mad again. He was chasing me this morning for
something I had. I sprang in at the cabin door and went through
the passage way with a rush, and at the other end the Doctor caught
me. Mr. De Silver jumped through the door after me in such a hurry
that he struck his head a violent blow against the top of the
door. He was really pretty badly hurt. I heard the fuss, ran back,
and supposing that he was making a fuss for nothing, told him
"it served him right" upon which he was highly offended.
But he gets mad so often that I don't mind it at all and just
let him get over it when he likes. He generally goes to his stateroom
and turns in, and I meantime tantalize him by having all manner
of fun in the cabin with anybody who happens to be in the humor.
He is always very glad to "come till." It is raining
again and all hands are in the cabin.
Wednesday, Oct. 23rd
Another dull day. Have been asleep for two or three hours. I go
to bed regularly every day at 12 o'clock and stay until half past
two, when Mrs.
Ballard wakes me, as we dine at three. Mr. De Silver has quite
"come till." Thought he would soon. Mrs. B. upset and
brake a bottle of brandy all over the stateroom floor while I
was asleep, and I woke up thinking I was in a bar room. Harry
broke the lid of my watch safe which Mother gave me; and I wanted
to break his neck for it, but didn't, being afraid of his mother.
Thursday, Oct. 24th
We drifted backward toward New York 19 miles last night; that's
encouraging. These calms are really very hand to undergo. Such
an old tub as this ship is, I never heard of. She can't sail when
she has a wind; and when she has none, she can't even lie still,
but sails backwards.
Mr. Hanford proposed to me this morning that He and I should "start out on foot." We can't help getting in a bad humor. The heat is very intense.
Friday, Oct. 25th
These calms are so very uninteresting that I have not any ideas
at all. Pa is in much better spirits than he has been. His health
is good too. Helped the captain this morning to make a dog vane
out of chicken feathers, and that is the amount of my day's work.
Made a whole apron this week. I have to make a white apron every
week so that I can put on clean on Sunday, and by Monday evening
one would hardly guess what its original color had been. We manage
to dress up a little on Sundays. All the gentlemen smack their
lips when I wear a clean dress and white aprons. They say it does
them good to see something fresh. Uncle John declares he don't
know whether he stands on his head or his heels. He is a very
gay old gentleman, always making gallant speeches to me or saying
something funny. Oh, but it is hot. Such weather!
Saturday, Oct. 26th
Last evening Mr. Craven said that he knew we would be going at
the rate of five knots an hour by 9 o'clock this morning. The
doctor said "no," so they made a bet on it. In case
we were going at the aforesaid rate, the doctor was to take half
a tumbler of salts; in case we were not, Mr. Craven was to take
the dose. This morning at 9 o'clock we were making three knots,
so Mr. Craven stiffed up and swallowed the half tumbler of salts
with the air of a hero.
Saw a bottle floating, carefully sealed,
and supported on sticks, which had evidently been set adrift with
the design of having it picked up. Tried hard to catch it, but
in vain.
Had slap jacks for dinner. One of the gentlemen
told me to be sure and put down in my log that I ate four and
'lots of 'lasses." Felt decidedly homesick last evening.
Uncle John would whistle "Life let us cherish." Then
this morning I happened to open my prayer book just at a place
where I found two little larkspur wreaths which Madge made and
put in there one day.
We have been becalmed for two blessed weeks. It takes all the
spunk and life out of us. Mother used to think I was giddy and
wild and wonder what would tame me. I guess if she was to see
her daughter now, she would think she was tamed. Last night I
would just as lief the old ship had gone to the bottom and taken
us all with her as not. I would not have turned a straw to hinder
it. Somehow or other I wish Bell was here. If we couldn't have
tall times!. The ship wouldn't hold us. I wish Hen had come along
with us.
Sunday, Oct. 27th
A fine day. Sailing a little, but not much. It seems like Sunday.
Everybody is quiet and the most of us have our Bibles. Ollie got
out his maple sugar as it seemed to be getting mouldy -- and passed
it around. Little did we dream when we made that sugar out in
the woods that it would be eaten away out on the Atlantic ocean.
I am lazy today, very lazy. The less I do, the less I want to
do. I'll come off that though when I get on land again. Pa is
improving amazingly and laughs heartily at all our distresses.
Every morning, just after breakfast, the gentlemen hold an indignation
meeting on the gallant forecastle, and every evening one is held
in the cabin. We have lots of fun at them.
Monday, October 28th
It is reception day at "our house," that is, our stateroom.
Mrs. Ballard & I are both "at home." Ollie called,
then Mr. Craven and Mr. De Silver. The
doctor sent a messenger, saying that "he would do himself
the honor of calling were it not that he was laid up in his bunk
with the colic." I could not sympathise with him, but thought
that Bell would if she was here. He was very indignant when I
laughed at him and declared that I "had no sympathy for man
or beast." All the passengers are very angry. We have just
found out that we have been beautifully "sold" by Jewett
& Crockett. The curses showered upon them are not loud but
deep. Everything is coming to a conclusion, and here we are becalmed.
Tuesday, Oct. 29th
No wind today at all. Here we are 50 days out and not to the line
yet when we ought to be to the Cape. The like never was heard
of before. We just lie here under this tropical sun and bob around
like a cork in a wash tub. If we had decent living, it wouldn't
be so bad; but our fare is wretched. Doctor says he thinks that
all who survive this voyage will have dyspepsia all the rest of
their lives. If we ever get to China, which looks to me extremely
doubtful, we will be apt to kill ourselves eating the first day.
The other night one of the gentlemen went on deck in the middle
watch and found the mate asleep at his post and the man at the
wheel following his example. The idea of being exposed to all
the casualties of the sea and every creature on board asleep!
Why, on any other ship, if the officer slept during his watch
on deck, he would be put off duty at once and disgraced; and the
man who slept at the wheel would be very severely punished. But
the captain goes to bed and seems to care little or nothing what
becomes of the ship. The officers & men all know it and take
advantage accordingly.
Last night the phosphorescent appearance of the water was splendid.
The wake of the ship was one multitude of dancing stars and great
lines of dazzling light.
I wish I had the morning paper. We don't appreciate the papers
at home a bit more than we do many other things which we would
be so glad of now.
Tuesday night 10 o'clock.
Have been below all evening. A squall came up, and we all had
to come down. Spent a merry evening in the cabin though. The captain
makes himself very scarce. He knows that all are down on him.
I shouldn't wonder if there would be mutiny soon, fore and aft.
The captain is universally censured. He started very fair, but
has become utterly careless of everything and is drunk all the
time. He doesn't attend to the business at all. All the men see
of him is out on the main deck playing with the pigs and dog and
singing snatches of low songs. Mr. Craven & I have been having
very brilliant success this afternoon playing euchre against Ollie
and Mr. De Silver. The latter has been looking daggers at me all
evening because I was sitting beside the doctor.
It is going to be a very hot night. At home, the evenings are
beginning to get cool, and the folks gather around the fire. I
know just what they are
about. I can see the table drawn out before the fire, "Pearl"
burning on it, Mother with her knitting and the rest strewed about
as suits them best. Charlie is there, I suppose, but Arthur is
not. Then the bell tingles for worship. I wonder who plays: Bell
or Joe, I suppose. Then Madge and Sam go to bed; the rest fall
off into a chat about things in general' then they have apples,
cider, etc. And Mother says, "I wonder where Father, Ollie
& Ruth are tonight. I should like to see them and wish they
had some of these apples." And here we are, away, out on
the sea in a dead calm and would be glad of the good things which
the folks at home don't want. But the folks at home don't know
it.
Wednesday, Oct. 30th
Dead calm still, but we have got so used to it that a little wind
would frighten us. Have got at last a cask of pretty good water.
What we call good water here I wouldn't let my horse drink at
home, and she wouldn't drink it if I wanted her to. It is about
the color of good strong boneset and about as cool as new milk,
to say the least of it. We generally have rainwater to drink after
the deck and rigging have been well washed down with it, by which
time it is so full of tar that we can hardly open our mouths after
drinking it. The good water is (?) water which we brought from
New York and such water as the folks at home wouldn't wash their
hands in.
I never was sufficiently thankful for my very strong digestive
powers, but here I find the good of it -- such things as we have
to digest. Yesterday at dinner the captain sent the cabin boy
for a pick axe to cut the pudding with; and when it was out, it
resembled India rubber more than anything else. Things are really
very bad, but not so bad but that they might be "much worser,"
as Aunty says.
Thursday, Oct. 31st
This is "bean day," and as usual my dress is uncomfortably
tight since dinner. I am always hungry, eat anything and everything
notwithstanding all the advice I get about dyspepsia. Nothing
hurts me. I manage to work or rather play it all off if it has
to be with little Harry and Jack the dog.
The doctor handed me a bottle of ether this morning just for fun,
and I inhaled so much that it like to have fixed me. We have a
little breeze today and hope to reach the line this week.
Friday, Nov. 1st
Caught a dolphin this morning and are now fishing for a big shark
which has been swimming around the ship all day. A whaling vessel,
the "Midas," lay off from us at the distance of two
or three miles and this morning, about 10 o'clock sent off a boat
containing the captain, mate and five men. They came up in the
most beautiful little boat I ever saw. Our men let down the steps,
and in a few minutes they were all on board. Great excitement
prevailed. The captain was a splendid looking fellow. They stayed
about an hour. They had been out five months. We gave them some
papers which they were very glad to get. One of our sailors this
morning caught, in a bucket, a Portuguese man-of-war, a species
of Nautilus and a most beautiful and wonderful creature. Ollie
preserved it. One of the gentlemen got stung by it. Its sting
is like a nettle.
Went forward last evening with Ollie to see the sailors dance.
Felt like going down and helping them. Some of them danced most
splendidly and would do credit to any ballroom. Captain called
all the passengers on the upper deck to have some explanation
in regard to the dissatisfaction which prevails. It ended in much
hard feeling on both sides. The captain says he will not put into
any port until he gets to Hong Kong. We are in a bad box and don't
see any way of getting out. Almost every one blames the other
for something.
Mr. De Silver & doctor, being hard up for something to squabble
about, quarrelled over me; and now they are at loggerheads, each
one considering the other "no gentleman." Such a time
as we are having surely no other ship's company ever had before
or will have again.
Saturday, Nov. 2nd
We think we have at last got to the southeast trades. It is a
beautiful day with a pleasant breeze, and all hands are in a better
humor. We met, passed and saluted a very pretty French ship this
morning. She ran up her colors, so did we; and as we pased, each
ship dipped her flag three times. A salute between ships is very
pretty.
Played chess with Ollie and got checkmated. Went to bed on the
strength of it. Think I will have to rub up my chess a little.
Sunday, Nov. 3rd
Fine breeze; all hands good-natured. See a great many flying fish.
They jump up in all directions, and great big fish jump after
them and catch them.
We expect to cross the line tomorrow or next day. Everybody is
dressed up today. Seems to me we are an awfully heathenish set,
but I don't see how we can help it. We are a little better than
we seem to be though, after all, I guess. Have been out on the
gallant forecastle. I think it is the pleasantest place on the
ship. The gentlemen can go there when they like, but the ladies
must not. Ollie or some of the rest take me forward though pretty
often. Think I should like to take the carriage and horses this
morning and drive out to Mr. Scott's Church. Wouldn't I like´it
though?
Sunday night, 10 o'clock
A beautiful night. Nobody but me, who has enjoyed it, can conceive
of the deliciousness of a night at sea in the tropics. No moon
tonight, but such starlight! The north star and great bear have
left us, but Orion still lingers. We shall see the Southern Cross
soon. The air is so exhilarating, the motion of the ship so gentle,
myriads of starfish shining and darting fathoms down in the clear
blue water, our wake one long sheet of silver and dancing stars,
the singing of the sailors, the picturesque groups on deck, the
deep solemn stillness all around over the great world of waters,
and our ship a little world by itself riding the bright waves
like a living thing. I think a person ought to be good at sea
if they can be good any place, instead of quarreling and keeping
up such a fuss as we do. I think if I was out at sea alone in
a little boat on such a still, balmy night as this, I would either
die or go crazy in an hour from the effects of the dead stillness.
For there is not a living thing to break the perfect stillness.
I like it though here.
Pa is very good and indulgent. The sea air has strengthened his
nerves. They don't either of them have any fault to find with
me. I guess I am pretty good too. I guess Bell and I are both
better girls with several thousand miles between us. She has Joe,
who is the best girl in the world and quiet, sober, thoughtful
Charlie for companions. And I have Ollie, who is wise, grave,
prudent, proper, & precise and Pa to look after me; so I expect
by the time we meet again, all the Old Boy will be taken out of
us both; and we will be very proper, good girls.
Monday, Nov 4th
Crossed the line today at precisely 12 o'clock. Had a great time.
Neptune came aboard with his wife, barber and servants, dressed
in the most outlandish unheard of style and riding on the gun
carriage, which was ornamented for the occasion. They shaved,
shampooed and checked all the gentlemen. I was watching the fun
with great delight, standing in a safe place, however, as I did
not know but they might catch me. Presently the captain called
me to examine the texture of Neptune's beard. I went over, and
we were looking it it when suddenly about six buckets full of
salt water came down over me from the deck above amid roars of
laughter. I rushed for the cabin but could not get in. Then I
started round the corner, hoping to escape by the quarter deck;
but a bucket of water met me at every turn. I thought I was drowned
and gave myself up for lost, when the captain came to the rescue;
and I retreated to my stateroom with the water pouring off of
me in streams; and my eyes, ears, and hair have been full of salt
ever since. Pa & Uncle John got well ducked too, but shaved
Harry. The cabin boy had so much tar put in his hair that he had
to go and get it shaved close. It is a queer old custom, but everyone
has to undergo it with good grace; the more resistance one makes,
the more roughly he is handled. All hands look clean after it
though. We are making five or six knots this morning.
Tuesday, Nov. 5th
Caught a bird this morning, a very pretty one, dove colored with
a white head, long black bill and web footed. It came on board
quite early in the morning. I was dressed but had not left my
room. The doctor caught it, brought it down and seeing my door
half open, threw it into my room. I was much surprised to see
it of course, so we took a ribbon, wrote the name of the ship
on it and date, tied it around its neck and let it go. It was
like a duck and soon disappeared.
Wednesday, Nov. 6th
A fine breeze. Codfish day. If there is one thing that I do hate
and detest more than another, it is codfish. We have it twice
a week -- Wednesdays and Saturdays. If that is what Yankees live
on, I am glad and thankful that I didn't go to New England this
summer. I never taste it. I am sufficiently amused with the smell
of it and don't desire a nearer acquaintance.
Broke my tumbler and have to drink out of a mug. Lost a bet which
I made with Mr. De Silver in regard to a passage in Shakespeare
and had to make him a necktie. Pa is very well and in good spirits.
Ollie busy composing an ode. Captain & Mrs. Cooper in pretty
good humor, Mrs. Ballard a little dry, her boy a regular nuisance,
all the rest busy doing nothing but teasing me. I am amiable as
could be expected under the circumstances.
Cut out and began a pair of drawers for Ollie today. Don't know
when I'll finish them, haven't any idea. We are sailing nicely
today; hope we will keep this wind for a while.
Thursday, Nov 7th
Feel sleepy and played out. Plagued the doctor. He declared he
would not go to bed until I did, so I said I would go. Went to
my stateroom and turned in. Doctor went to his; but no sooner
had he got fairly established on his shelf, than I jumped up and
came out in the cabin again. As soon as he heard me, he came out
too. I went back again to bed then and so did he. But in a few
minutes I slipped out again. Mrs. Ballard got to laughing, and
in a few minutes the doctor's head poked out of his door, and
he soon followed it. Pretty soon I wanted to go to sleep in good
earnest, but he declared I shouldn't. So he and Mr. Craven set
themselves to keep me awake. As soon as I turned in, one of them
shut the door close; the other slipped out on deck and put up
the dead light. Of course nobody could breathe in such an oven.
But as fast as I would get up and open them, they would shut them
again and drum on the wall. Mrs. Ballard would not take my part,
but only laughed. And at last I was obliged to get up. I'll pay
them well yet. It is most awfully hot!
Friday, Nov 8th
Somehow or other it is very dull today although we have a good
wind. Played chess with Ollie and checkmated him three games out
of five.
Saturday, Nov. 9th
Dreamed last night I went home. Mother was so glad to see me.
Told them I was hungry, and Bell brought me a blackberry pie,
and I ate so much that mother carried it off for fear I would
be sick. Thought that Bell had been picking blackberries. Her
hands were all stained; and as she held one side of the plate
and I the other, she laid her hand beside mine and laughed at
the contrast. It was a very vivid dream indeed. I woke up provoked
that I had lost the blackberry pie. A little wind and sailing
slowly.
Sunday, Nov. 10th
Our breeze still continues, but it is very warm. We are used to
that though; in fact we are getting used to almost everything.
Our sea biscuits are getting very lively. When we break a piece,
half a dozen worms and bugs fall out. Find all manner of such
things in the soup. It adds to the flavor though. When mine is
brought to me, I never look at it until I have shaken the pepper
box well over it. As long as I don't see it, I can eat it. We
have some catsup which Mr. Craven says is manufactured in China
out of roaches; nevertheless, it disappears fast. This morning
at tiffin I was cutting up just a little when Pa called to me
from his stateroom. I thought, "Now my time's come,"
but went in. He and Ollie were each on their shelf. I shook in
my shoes, thinking that something was up. Pa asked me about something
that happened last evening, which I explained satisfactorily;
and that was all. Stayed in there an hour or two, talking about
things in general and then left. When I passed through the cabin,
it was deserted by all but Mr. Craven, who gave me a look of such
consideration that I could hardly keep from laughing; but I walked
soberly to my stateroom, went to bed, and did not get up until
dinner time, at which time all the gentlemen were on their good
behavior & gravity and so, of course, was I.
Had a gale night before last, which blew the fore top gallant
sail all to ribbons; but we have got a new one up now. What wouldn't
I give for a letter
rom home and today's paper.
Monday, Nov. 11th
Just done dinner. Have been rummaging over my trunk today and
putting things to rights generally. Mrs. Ballard is in some trouble
and has been treating me to an extra ditty. Between her and Mrs.
Cooper I am teetotally disgusted. After I bid them both "good-bye"
in Hong Kong, I don't want to see another woman until I get home
and see my Mother, who is (thank heaven) an exception to women
in general. I am disgusted with the sex. To be between a Yankee
& an English woman, both selfish, deceitful, backbiting, mischief
making, prying, peeping, and a dozen other things, is intolerable.
I never heard anybody who had a tongue equal to Mrs. Ballard's.
Mary Cook & Betty Jerdan are not a circumstance to her. Most
fortunately for me, I have got into a habit of abstraction. Sometimes
she talks to me for half an hour, and I don't hear a word she
says. I think she is the most awkward person I ever saw. The gentlemen
tremble when they see her start from the sofa to go to the other
end of the cabin, draw up their feet and hold their breath and
coat tails, as visions of upset chairs, overturned stools and
trodden on toes float across their minds; and I have overheard
some very irreverent remarks about "Madam" as they call
her. As for me, when I am sitting quietly in my stateroom saying,
"Now I'm at peace," and she walks in, shuts the door
and sits down on a trunk, I quake equal only to Belshazzar of
old. "Madame" seems to like me pretty well, and sometimes
I have cause to regret it. Bell knows what an affectionate Yankee
is. Heaven protect me from ever meeting with another.
Tuesday, Nov. 12th
Dead calm. I don't know what we should do if it wasn't for the
magnificent nights: nothing visible but sea and sky and both flashing
and sparkling. Have nearly finished two pair of drawers for Ollie.
Did not know that there was a right and wrong side to the drilling
and so made them partly right side out and partly wrong. Feel
a little cheap about it. Hope he won't notice it.
Wednesday, Nov. 13th
Dead calm. Today we witnessed the phenomenon of the sun being
in the zenith, straight overhead, so as to cast no shadow. The
heat is intense, and folks fast losing their good humor. I sleep
away the greater part of the time.
Thursday, Nov. 14th
Calm still continues. Very hot! Cannot think of doing anything
but keep cool.
Friday, Nov. 14th
Dead calm. 69 days out and I am tired to death of everything and
everybody. Cod fish day. It is enough to make a cat laugh to see
the long faces when the soup is removed and the cod fish brought
on. Had a most indescribable dish for dessert today. When it was
brought in, everybody laughed. Uncle John said it looked like
a brick that had been drunk. Captain sent Harry (the cabin boy)
out to ask the cook what it was. He sent in word that it was "four
deck potato rapsodel with melodeon sauce." When the name
was announced, it was greeted with most uproarious laughter; and
there was a general "taking down" of it on paper. It
was queer stuff, and the sauce was black as the ace of spades.
I rather think we will all appreciate good living when we get
it.
Oh, these abominable calms. I'm not in a good humor, I know. I'm
tired to death of Mr. De Silver. He is around me so much and so
ridiculously jealous. I'm provoked at Mr. Craven & the doctor,
for they never let me alone. I do wish I could be dormant like
the frogs all the rest of the voyage and never see any of them
again.
Pa is well and sports a mustache. Ollie is restless for want of
something to do. Seems to me I would like to launch one of the
stewardess' washtubs with a couple of broomsticks for oars, get
in it, and go ahead and tow this old ship along. I wonder if we
are doomed to stay in this one spot forever. It looks like it
now.