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Title: The Innocents Abroad

Author: Mark Twain (Samuel Clemens)

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INNOCENTS ABROAD

by Mark Twain

[From an 1869--1st Edition]

                                CONTENTS

                                CHAPTER I.

Popular Talk of the Excursion--Programme of the Trip--Duly Ticketed for

the Excursion--Defection of the Celebrities

                               CHAPTER II.

Grand Preparations--An Imposing Dignitary--The European Exodus

--Mr. Blucher's Opinion--Stateroom No. 10--The Assembling of the Clans

--At Sea at Last

                               CHAPTER III.

“Averaging” the Passengers--Far, far at Sea.--Tribulation among the

Patriarchs--Seeking Amusement under Difficulties--Five Captains in the

Ship

                               CHAPTER IV.

The Pilgrims Becoming Domesticated--Pilgrim Life at Sea

--“Horse-Billiards”--The “Synagogue”--The Writing School--Jack's “Journal”

 --The “Q. C. Club”--The Magic Lantern--State Ball on Deck--Mock Trials

--Charades--Pilgrim Solemnity--Slow Music--The Executive Officer Delivers

an Opinion

                                CHAPTER V.

Summer in Mid-Atlantic--An Eccentric Moon--Mr. Blucher Loses Confidence

--The Mystery of “Ship Time”--The Denizens of the Deep--“Land Hoh”

 --The First Landing on a Foreign Shore--Sensation among the Natives

--Something about the Azores Islands--Blucher's Disastrous Dinner

--The Happy Result

                               CHAPTER VI.

Solid Information--A Fossil Community--Curious Ways and Customs

--Jesuit Humbuggery--Fantastic Pilgrimizing--Origin of the Russ Pavement

--Squaring Accounts with the Fossils--At Sea Again

                               CHAPTER VII.

A Tempest at Night--Spain and Africa on Exhibition--Greeting a Majestic

Stranger--The Pillars of Hercules--The Rock of Gibraltar--Tiresome

Repetition--“The Queen's Chair”--Serenity Conquered--Curiosities of

the Secret Caverns--Personnel of Gibraltar--Some Odd Characters

--A Private Frolic in Africa--Bearding a Moorish Garrison (without loss

of life)--Vanity Rebuked--Disembarking in the Empire of Morocco

                              CHAPTER VIII.

The Ancient City of Tangier, Morocco--Strange Sights--A Cradle of

Antiquity--We become Wealthy--How they Rob the Mail in Africa--The Danger

of being Opulent in Morocco

                               CHAPTER IX.

A Pilgrim--in Deadly Peril--How they Mended the Clock--Moorish

Punishments for Crime--Marriage Customs--Looking Several ways for Sunday

--Shrewd, Practice of Mohammedan Pilgrims--Reverence for Cats--Bliss of

being a Consul-General

                                CHAPTER X.

Fourth of July at Sea--Mediterranean Sunset--The “Oracle” is Delivered

of an Opinion--Celebration Ceremonies--The Captain's Speech--France in

Sight--The Ignorant Native--In Marseilles--Another Blunder--Lost in

the Great City--Found Again--A Frenchy Scene

                               CHAPTER XI.

Getting used to it--No Soap--Bill of Fare, Table d'hote--“An American

Sir”--A Curious Discovery--The “Pilgrim” Bird--Strange Companionship

--A Grave of the Living--A Long Captivity--Some of Dumas' Heroes--Dungeon

of the Famous “Iron Mask.”

                               CHAPTER XII.

A Holiday Flight through France--Summer Garb of the Landscape--Abroad

on the Great Plains--Peculiarities of French Cars--French Politeness

American Railway Officials--“Twenty Minutes to Dinner!”--Why there

are no Accidents--The “Old Travellers”--Still on the Wing--Paris at

Last----French Order and Quiet--Place of the Bastile--Seeing the Sights

--A Barbarous Atrocity--Absurd Billiards

                              CHAPTER XIII.

More Trouble--Monsieur Billfinger--Re-Christening the Frenchman--In the

Clutches of a Paris Guide--The International Exposition--Fine Military

Review--Glimpse of the Emperor Napoleon and the Sultan of Turkey

                               CHAPTER XIV.

The Venerable Cathedral of Notre-Dame--Jean Sanspeur's Addition

--Treasures and Sacred Relics--The Legend of the Cross--The Morgue--The

Outrageious 'Can-Can'--Blondin Aflame--The Louvre Palace--The Great Park

--Showy Pageantry--Preservation of Noted Things

                               CHAPTER XV.

French National Burying--Ground--Among the Great Dead--The Shrine of

Disappointed Love--The Story of Abelard and Heloise--“English Spoken

Here”--“American Drinks Compounded Here”--Imperial Honors to an

American--The Over-estimated Grisette--Departure from Paris--A Deliberate

Opinion Concerning the Comeliness of American Women

                               CHAPTER XVI.

Versailles--Paradise Regained--A Wonderful Park--Paradise Lost

--Napoleonic Strategy

                              CHAPTER XVII.

War--The American Forces Victorious--” Home Again”--Italy in Sight

The “City of Palaces”--Beauty of the Genoese Women--The “Stub-Hunters”

 --Among the Palaces--Gifted Guide--Church Magnificence--“Women not

Admitted”--How the Genoese Live--Massive Architecture--A Scrap of Ancient

History--Graves for 60,000

                              CHAPTER XVIII.

Flying Through Italy--Marengo--First Glimpse of the Famous Cathedral

--Description of some of its Wonders--A Horror Carved in Stone----An

Unpleasant Adventure--A Good Man--A Sermon from the Tomb--Tons of Gold

and Silver--Some More Holy Relics--Solomon's Temple

                               CHAPTER XIX

“Do You Wiz zo Haut can be?”--La Scala--Petrarch and Laura--Lucrezia

Borgia--Ingenious Frescoes--Ancient Roman Amphitheatre--A Clever

Delusion--Distressing Billiards--The Chief Charm of European Life--An

Italian Bath--Wanted: Soap--Crippled French--Mutilated English--The Most

Celebrated Painting in the World--Amateur Raptures--Uninspired Critics

--Anecdote--A Wonderful Echo--A Kiss for a Franc

                                CHAPTER XX

Rural Italy by Rail--Fumigated, According to Law--The Sorrowing

Englishman--Night by the Lake of Como--The Famous Lake--Its Scenery

--Como compared with Tahoe--Meeting a Shipmate

                               CHAPTER XXI.

The Pretty Lago di Lecco--A Carriage Drive in the Country--Astonishing

Sociability in a Coachman--Sleepy Land--Bloody Shrines--The Heart and

Home of Priestcraft--A Thrilling Mediaeval Romance--The Birthplace of

Harlequin--Approaching Venice

                              CHAPTER XXII.

Night in Venice--The “Gay Gondolier”--The Grand Fete by Moonlight

--The Notable Sights of Venice--The Mother of the Republics Desolate

                              CHANTER XXIII.

The Famous Gondola--The Gondola in an Unromantic Aspect--The Great Square

of St. Mark and the Winged Lion--Snobs, at Home and Abroad--Sepulchres of

the Great Dead--A Tilt at the “Old Masters”--A Contraband Guide

--The Conspiracy--Moving Again

                              CHAPTER XXIV.

Down Through Italy by Rail--Idling in Florence--Dante and Galileo--An

Ungrateful City--Dazzling Generosity--Wonderful Mosaics--The Historical

Arno--Lost Again--Found Again, but no Fatted Calf Ready--The Leaning

Tower of Pisa--The Ancient Duomo--The Old Original First Pendulum that

Ever Swung--An Enchanting Echo--A New Holy Sepulchre--A Relic of

Antiquity--A Fallen Republic--At Leghorn--At Home Again, and Satisfied,

on Board the Ship--Our Vessel an Object of Grave Suspicion--Garibaldi

Visited--Threats of Quarantine

                               CHAPTER XXV.

The Works of Bankruptcy--Railway Grandeur--How to Fill an Empty

Treasury--The Sumptuousness of Mother Church--Ecclesiastical Splendor

--Magnificence and Misery--General Execration--More Magnificence

A Good Word for the Priests--Civita Vecchia the Dismal--Off for Rome

                              CHAPTER XXVI.

The Modern Roman on His Travels--The Grandeur of St. Peter's--Holy Relics

--Grand View from the Dome--The Holy Inquisition--Interesting Old Monkish

Frauds--The Ruined Coliseum--The Coliseum in the Days of its Prime

--Ancient Playbill of a Coliseum Performance--A Roman Newspaper Criticism

1700 Years Old

                              CHAPTER XXVII.

“Butchered to Make a Roman Holiday”--The Man who Never Complained

--An Exasperating Subject--Asinine Guides--The Roman Catacombs

The Saint Whose Fervor Burst his Ribs--The Miracle of the Bleeding Heart

--The Legend of Ara Coeli

                             CHAPTER XXVIII.

Picturesque Horrors--The Legend of Brother Thomas--Sorrow Scientifically

Analyzed--A Festive Company of the Dead--The Great Vatican Museum

Artist Sins of Omission--The Rape of the Sabines--Papal Protection of

Art--High Price of “Old Masters”--Improved Scripture--Scale of Rank

of the Holy Personages in Rome--Scale of Honors Accorded Them

--Fossilizing--Away for Naples

                              CHAPTER XXIX.

Naples--In Quarantine at Last--Annunciation--Ascent of Mount Vesuvius--A

Two Cent Community--The Black Side of Neapolitan Character--Monkish

Miracles--Ascent of Mount Vesuvius Continued--The Stranger and the

Hackman--Night View of Naples from the Mountain-side---Ascent of Mount

Vesuvius Continued

                               CHAPTER XXX.

Ascent of Mount Vesuvius Continued--Beautiful View at Dawn--Less

Beautiful in the Back Streets--Ascent of Vesuvius Continued--Dwellings a

Hundred Feet High--A Motley Procession--Bill of Fare for a Peddler's

Breakfast--Princely Salaries--Ascent of Vesuvius Continued--An Average of

Prices--The wonderful “Blue Grotto”--Visit to Celebrated Localities in

the Bay of Naples--The Poisoned “Grotto of the Dog”--A Petrified Sea of

Lava--Ascent of Mount Vesuvius Continued--The Summit Reached--Description

of the Crater--Descent of Vesuvius

                              CHAPTER XXXI.

The Buried City of Pompeii--How Dwellings Appear that have been

Unoccupied for Eighteen hundred years--The Judgment Seat--Desolation--The

Footprints of the Departed--“No Women Admitted”--Theatres, Bakeshops,

Schools--Skeletons preserved by the Ashes and Cinders--The Brave Martyr

to Duty--Rip Van Winkle--The Perishable Nature of Fame

                              CHAPTER XXXII.

At Sea Once More--The Pilgrims all Well--Superb Stromboli--Sicily by

Moonlight--Scylla and Charybdis--The “Oracle” at Fault--Skirting the

Isles of Greece Ancient Athens--Blockaded by Quarantine and Refused

Permission to Enter--Running the Blockade--A Bloodless Midnight

Adventure--Turning Robbers from Necessity--Attempt to Carry the Acropolis

by Storm--We Fail--Among the Glories of the Past--A World of Ruined

Sculpture--A Fairy Vision--Famous Localities--Retreating in Good Order

--Captured by the Guards--Travelling in Military State--Safe on Board

Again

                             CHAPTER XXXIII.

Modern Greece--Fallen Greatness--Sailing Through the Archipelago and the

Dardanelles--Footprints of History--The First Shoddy Contractor of whom

History gives any Account--Anchored Before Constantinople--Fantastic

Fashions--The Ingenious Goose-Rancher--Marvelous Cripples--The Great

Mosque--The Thousand and One Columns--The Grand Bazaar of Stamboul

                              CHAPTER XXXIV.

Scarcity of Morals and Whiskey--Slave-Girl Market Report--Commercial

Morality at a Discount--The Slandered Dogs of Constantinople

--Questionable Delights of Newspaperdom in Turkey--Ingenious Italian

Journalism--No More Turkish Lunches Desired--The Turkish Bath Fraud

--The Narghileh Fraud--Jackplaned by a Native--The Turkish Coffee Fraud

                              CHAPTER XXXV.

Sailing Through the Bosporus and the Black Sea--“Far-Away Moses”

 --Melancholy Sebastopol--Hospitably Received in Russia--Pleasant English

People--Desperate Fighting--Relic Hunting--How Travellers Form “Cabinets”

                              CHAPTER XXXVI.

Nine Thousand Miles East--Imitation American Town in Russia--Gratitude

that Came Too Late--To Visit the Autocrat of All the Russias

                             CHAPTER XXXVII.

Summer Home of Royalty--Practising for the Dread Ordeal--Committee on

Imperial Address--Reception by the Emperor and Family--Dresses of the

Imperial Party--Concentrated Power--Counting the Spoons--At the Grand

Duke's--A Charming Villa--A Knightly Figure--The Grand Duchess--A Grand

Ducal Breakfast--Baker's Boy, the Famine-Breeder--Theatrical Monarchs a

Fraud--Saved as by Fire--The Governor--General's Visit to the Ship

--Official “Style”--Aristocratic Visitors--“Munchausenizing” with Them

--Closing Ceremonies

                             CHAPTER XXXVIII.

Return to Constantinople--We Sail for Asia--The Sailors Burlesque the

Imperial Visitors--Ancient Smyrna--The “Oriental Splendor” Fraud

--The “Biblical Crown of Life”--Pilgrim Prophecy-Savans--Sociable

Armenian Girls--A Sweet Reminiscence--“The Camels are Coming, Ha-ha!”

                              CHAPTER XXXIX.

Smyrna's Lions--The Martyr Polycarp--The “Seven Churches”--Remains of the

Six Smyrnas--Mysterious Oyster Mine Oysters--Seeking Scenery--A Millerite

Tradition--A Railroad Out of its Sphere

                               CHAPTER XL.

Journeying Toward Ancient Ephesus--Ancient Ayassalook--The Villanous

Donkey--A Fantastic Procession--Bygone Magnificence--Fragments of

History--The Legend of the Seven Sleepers

                               CHAPTER XLI.

Vandalism Prohibited--Angry Pilgrims--Approaching Holy Land!--The “Shrill

Note of Preparation”--Distress About Dragomans and Transportation

--The “Long Route” Adopted--In Syria--Something about Beirout--A Choice

Specimen of a Greek “Ferguson”--Outfits--Hideous Horseflesh--Pilgrim

“Style”--What of Aladdin's Lamp?

                              CHAPTER XLII.

“Jacksonville,” in the Mountains of Lebanon--Breakfasting above a Grand

Panorama--The Vanished City--The Peculiar Steed, “Jericho”--The Pilgrims

Progress--Bible Scenes--Mount Hermon, Joshua's Battle Fields, etc.

--The Tomb of Noah--A Most Unfortunate People

                              CHAPTER XLIII.

Patriarchal Customs--Magnificent Baalbec--Description of the Ruins

--Scribbling Smiths and Joneses--Pilgrim Fidelity to the Letter of the Law

--The Revered Fountain of Baalam's Ass

                              CHAPTER XLIV.

Extracts from Note-Book--Mahomet's Paradise and the Bible's--Beautiful

Damascus the Oldest City on Earth--Oriental Scenes within the Curious Old

City--Damascus Street Car--The Story of St. Paul--The “Street called

Straight”--Mahomet's Tomb and St. George's--The Christian Massacre

--Mohammedan Dread of Pollution--The House of Naaman

--The Horrors of Leprosy

                               CHAPTER XLV.

The Cholera by way of Variety--Hot--Another Outlandish Procession--Pen

and-Ink Photograph of “Jonesborough,” Syria--Tomb of Nimrod, the Mighty

Hunter--The Stateliest Ruin of All--Stepping over the Borders of

Holy-Land--Bathing in the Sources of Jordan--More “Specimen” Hunting

--Ruins of Cesarea--Philippi--“On This Rock Will I Build my Church”--The

People the Disciples Knew--The Noble Steed “Baalbec”--Sentimental Horse

Idolatry of the Arabs

                              CHAPTER XLVI.

Dan--Bashan--Genessaret--A Notable Panorama--Smallness of Palestine

--Scraps of History--Character of the Country--Bedouin Shepherds--Glimpses

of the Hoary Past--Mr. Grimes's Bedouins--A Battle--Ground of Joshua

--That Soldier's Manner of Fighting--Barak's Battle--The Necessity of

Unlearning Some Things--Desolation

                              CHAPTER XLVII.

“Jack's Adventure”--Joseph's Pit--The Story of Joseph--Joseph's

Magnanimity and Esau's--The Sacred Lake of Genessaret--Enthusiasm of the

Pilgrims--Why We did not Sail on Galilee--About Capernaum--Concerning the

Saviour's Brothers and Sisters--Journeying toward Magdela

                             CHAPTER XLVIII.

Curious Specimens of Art and Architecture--Public Reception of the

Pilgrims--Mary Magdalen's House--Tiberias and its Queer Inhabitants

--The Sacred Sea of Galilee--Galilee by Night

                              CHAPTER XLIX.

The Ancient Baths--Ye Apparition--A Distinguished Panorama--The Last

Battle of the Crusades--The Story of the Lord of Kerak--Mount Tabor

--What one Sees from its Top--Memory of a Wonderful Garden--The House of

Deborah the Prophetess

                                CHAPTER L.

Toward Nazareth--Bitten By a Camel--Grotto of the Annunciation, Nazareth

--Noted Grottoes in General--Joseph's Workshop--A Sacred Bowlder

--The Fountain of the Virgin--Questionable Female Beauty

--Literary Curiosities

                               CHAPTER LI.

Boyhood of the Saviour--Unseemly Antics of Sober Pilgrims--Home of the

Witch of Endor--Nain--Profanation--A Popular Oriental Picture--Biblical

Metaphors Becoming steadily More Intelligible--The Shuuem Miracle

--The “Free Son of The Desert”--Ancient Jezrael--Jehu's Achievements

--Samaria and its Famous Siege

                               CHAPTER LII

Curious Remnant of the Past--Shechem--The Oldest “First Family” on Earth

--The Oldest Manuscript Extant--The Genuine Tomb of Joseph--Jacob's Well

--Shiloh--Camping with the Arabs--Jacob's Ladder--More Desolation

--Ramah, Beroth, the Tomb of Samuel, The Fountain of Beira--Impatience

--Approaching Jerusalem--The Holy City in Sight--Noting Its Prominent

Features--Domiciled Within the Sacred Walls

                              CHAPTER LIII.

“The Joy of the Whole Earth”--Description of Jerusalem--Church of the

Holy Sepulchre--The Stone of Unction--The Grave of Jesus--Graves of

Nicodemus and Joseph of Armattea--Places of the Apparition--The Finding

of the There Crosses----The Legend--Monkish Impostures--The Pillar of

Flagellation--The Place of a Relic--Godfrey's Sword--“The Bonds of

Christ”--“The Center of the Earth”--Place whence the Dust was taken of

which Adam was Made--Grave of Adam--The Martyred Soldier--The Copper

Plate that was on the Cross--The Good St. Helena--Place of the Division

of the Garments--St. Dimas, the Penitent Thief--The Late Emperor

Maximilian's Contribution--Grotto wherein the Crosses were Found, and the

Nails, and the Crown of Thorns--Chapel of the Mocking--Tomb of

Melchizedek--Graves of Two Renowned Crusaders--The Place of the

Crucifixion

                               CHAPTER LIV.

The “Sorrowful Way”--The Legend of St. Veronica's Handkerchief

--An Illustrious Stone--House of the Wandering Jew--The Tradition of the

Wanderer--Solomon's Temple--Mosque of Omar--Moslem Traditions--“Women not

Admitted”--The Fate of a Gossip--Turkish Sacred Relics--Judgment Seat of

David and Saul--Genuine Precious Remains of Solomon's Temple--Surfeited

with Sights--The Pool of Siloam--The Garden of Gethsemane and Other

Sacred Localities

                               CHAPTER LV.

Rebellion in the Camp--Charms of Nomadic Life--Dismal Rumors--En Route

for Jericho and The Dead Sea--Pilgrim Strategy--Bethany and the Dwelling

of Lazarus--“Bedouins!”--Ancient Jericho--Misery--The Night March

--The Dead Sea--An Idea of What a “Wilderness” in Palestine is--The Holy

hermits of Mars Saba--Good St. Saba--Women not Admitted--Buried from the

World for all Time--Unselfish Catholic Benevolence--Gazelles--The Plain

of the Shepherds--Birthplace of the Saviour, Bethlehem--Church of the

Nativity--Its Hundred Holy Places--The Famous “Milk” Grotto--Tradition

--Return to Jerusalem--Exhausted

                               CHAPTER LVI.

Departure from Jerusalem--Samson--The Plain of Sharon--Arrival at Joppa

--Horse of Simon the Tanner--The Long Pilgrimage Ended--Character of

Palestine Scenery--The Curse

                              CHAPTER LVII.

The Happiness of being at Sea once more--“Home” as it is in a Pleasure

Ship--“Shaking Hands” with the Vessel--Jack in Costume--His Father's

Parting Advice--Approaching Egypt--Ashore in Alexandria--A Deserved

Compliment for the Donkeys--Invasion of the Lost Tribes of America--End

of the Celebrated “Jaffa Colony”--Scenes in Grand Cairo--Shepheard's

Hotel Contrasted with a Certain American Hotel--Preparing for the

Pyramids

                              CHAPTER LVIII.

“Recherche” Donkeys--A Wild Ride--Specimens of Egyptian Modesty--Moses in

the Bulrushes--Place where the Holy Family Sojourned--Distant view of the

Pyramids--A Nearer View--The Ascent--Superb View from the top of the

Pyramid--“Backsheesh! Backsheesh!”--An Arab Exploit--In the Bowels of the

Pyramid--Strategy--Reminiscence of “Holiday's Hill”--Boyish Exploit--The

Majestic Sphynx--Things the Author will not Tell--Grand Old Egypt

                               CHAPTER LIX.

Going Home--A Demoralized Note-Book--A Boy's Diary--Mere Mention of Old

Spain--Departure from Cadiz--A Deserved Rebuke--The Beautiful Madeiras

--Tabooed--In the Delightful Bermudas--An English Welcome--Good-by to

“Our Friends the Bermudians”--Packing Trunks for Home--Our First

Accident--The Long Cruise Drawing to a Close--At Home--Amen

                               CHAPTER LX.

Thankless Devotion--A Newspaper Valedictory--Conclusion

                                 PREFACE

This book is a record of a pleasure trip.  If it were a record of a

solemn scientific expedition, it would have about it that gravity, that

profundity, and that impressive incomprehensibility which are so proper

to works of that kind, and withal so attractive.  Yet notwithstanding it

is only a record of a pic-nic, it has a purpose, which is to suggest to

the reader how he would be likely to see Europe and the East if he looked

at them with his own eyes instead of the eyes of those who traveled in

those countries before him.  I make small pretense of showing anyone how

he ought to look at objects of interest beyond the sea--other books do

that, and therefore, even if I were competent to do it, there is no need.

I offer no apologies for any departures from the usual style of

travel-writing that may be charged against me--for I think I have seen with

impartial eyes, and I am sure I have written at least honestly, whether

wisely or not.

In this volume I have used portions of letters which I wrote for the

Daily Alta California, of San Francisco, the proprietors of that journal

having waived their rights and given me the necessary permission.  I have

also inserted portions of several letters written for the New York

Tribune and the New York Herald.

THE AUTHOR.

SAN FRANCISCO.

CHAPTER I.

For months the great pleasure excursion to Europe and the Holy Land was

chatted about in the newspapers everywhere in America and discussed at

countless firesides.  It was a novelty in the way of excursions--its like

had not been thought of before, and it compelled that interest which

attractive novelties always command.  It was to be a picnic on a gigantic

scale.  The participants in it, instead of freighting an ungainly steam

ferry--boat with youth and beauty and pies and doughnuts, and paddling up

some obscure creek to disembark upon a grassy lawn and wear themselves

out with a long summer day's laborious frolicking under the impression

that it was fun, were to sail away in a great steamship with flags flying

and cannon pealing, and take a royal holiday beyond the broad ocean in

many a strange clime and in many a land renowned in history! They were to

sail for months over the breezy Atlantic and the sunny Mediterranean;

they were to scamper about the decks by day, filling the ship with shouts

and laughter--or read novels and poetry in the shade of the smokestacks,

or watch for the jelly-fish and the nautilus over the side, and the

shark, the whale, and other strange monsters of the deep; and at night

they were to dance in the open air, on the upper deck, in the midst of a

ballroom that stretched from horizon to horizon, and was domed by the

bending heavens and lighted by no meaner lamps than the stars and the

magnificent moon--dance, and promenade, and smoke, and sing, and make

love, and search the skies for constellations that never associate with

the “Big Dipper” they were so tired of; and they were to see the ships of

twenty navies--the customs and costumes of twenty curious peoples--the

great cities of half a world--they were to hob-nob with nobility and hold

friendly converse with kings and princes, grand moguls, and the anointed

lords of mighty empires! It was a brave conception; it was the offspring

of a most ingenious brain.  It was well advertised, but it hardly needed

it: the bold originality, the extraordinary character, the seductive

nature, and the vastness of the enterprise provoked comment everywhere

and advertised it in every household in the land.  Who could read the

program of the excursion without longing to make one of the party?  I will

insert it here.  It is almost as good as a map.  As a text for this book,

nothing could be better:

                   EXCURSION TO THE HOLY LAND, EGYPT,

      THE CRIMEA, GREECE, AND INTERMEDIATE POINTS OF INTEREST.

                     BROOKLYN, February 1st, 1867

       The undersigned will make an excursion as above during the coming

     season, and begs to submit to you the following programme:

       A first-class steamer, to be under his own command, and capable of

     accommodating at least one hundred and fifty cabin passengers, will

     be selected, in which will be taken a select company, numbering not

     more than   three-fourths of the ship's capacity.  There is good

     reason to believe that this company can be easily made up in this

     immediate vicinity, of mutual friends and acquaintances.

       The steamer will be provided with every necessary comfort,

     including library and musical instruments.

       An experienced physician will be on board.

       Leaving New York about June 1st, a middle and pleasant route will

     be taken across the Atlantic, and passing through the group of

     Azores, St. Michael will be reached in about ten days.  A day or two

     will be spent here, enjoying the fruit and wild scenery of these

     islands, and the voyage continued, and Gibraltar reached in three or

     four days.

       A day or two will be spent here in looking over the wonderful

     subterraneous fortifications, permission to visit these galleries

     being readily obtained.

       From Gibraltar, running along the coasts of Spain and France,

     Marseilles will be reached in three days.  Here ample time will be

     given not only to look over the city, which was founded six hundred

     years before the Christian era, and its artificial port, the finest

     of the kind in the Mediterranean, but to visit Paris during the

     Great Exhibition; and the beautiful city of Lyons, lying

     intermediate, from the heights of which, on a clear day, Mont Blanc

     and the Alps can be distinctly seen.  Passengers who may wish to

     extend the time at Paris can do so, and, passing down through

     Switzerland, rejoin the steamer at Genoa.

       From Marseilles to Genoa is a run of one night.  The excursionists

     will have an opportunity to look over this, the “magnificent city of

     palaces,” and visit the birthplace of Columbus, twelve miles off,

     over a beautiful road built by Napoleon I.  From this point,

     excursions may be made to Milan, Lakes Como and Maggiore, or to

     Milan, Verona (famous for its extraordinary fortifications), Padua,

     and Venice.  Or, if passengers desire to visit Parma (famous for

     Correggio's frescoes) and Bologna, they can by rail go on to

     Florence, and rejoin the steamer at Leghorn, thus spending about

     three weeks amid the cities most famous for art in Italy.

       From Genoa the run to Leghorn will be made along the coast in one

     night, and time appropriated to this point in which to visit

     Florence, its palaces and galleries; Pisa, its cathedral and

     “Leaning Tower,” and Lucca and its baths, and Roman amphitheater;

     Florence, the most remote, being distant by rail about sixty miles.

       From Leghorn to Naples (calling at Civita Vecchia to land any who

     may prefer to go to Rome from that point), the distance will be made

     in about thirty-six hours; the route will lay along the coast of

     Italy, close by Caprera, Elba, and Corsica.  Arrangements have been

     made to take on board at Leghorn a pilot for Caprera, and, if

     practicable, a call will be made there to visit the home of

     Garibaldi.

       Rome [by rail], Herculaneum, Pompeii, Vesuvius, Vergil's tomb, and

     possibly the ruins of Paestum can be visited, as well as the

     beautiful surroundings of Naples and its charming bay.

       The next point of interest will be Palermo, the most beautiful

     city of Sicily, which will be reached in one night from Naples.  A

     day will be spent here, and leaving in the evening, the course will

     be taken towards Athens.

       Skirting along the north coast of Sicily, passing through the

     group of Aeolian Isles, in sight of Stromboli and Vulcania, both

     active volcanoes, through the Straits of Messina, with “Scylla” on

     the one hand and “Charybdis” on the other, along the east coast of

     Sicily, and in sight of Mount Etna, along the south coast of Italy,

     the west and south coast of Greece, in sight of ancient Crete, up

     Athens Gulf, and into the Piraeus, Athens will be reached in two and

     a half or three days.  After tarrying here awhile, the Bay of

     Salamis will be crossed, and a day given to Corinth, whence the

     voyage will be continued to Constantinople, passing on the way

     through the Grecian Archipelago, the Dardanelles, the Sea of

     Marmora, and the mouth of the Golden Horn, and arriving in about

     forty-eight hours from Athens.

       After leaving Constantinople, the way will be taken out through

     the beautiful Bosphorus, across the Black Sea to Sebastopol and

     Balaklava, a run of about twenty-four hours.  Here it is proposed to

     remain two days, visiting the harbors, fortifications, and

     battlefields of the Crimea; thence back through the Bosphorus,

     touching at Constantinople to take in any who may have preferred to

     remain there; down through the Sea of Marmora and the Dardanelles,

     along the coasts of ancient Troy and Lydia in Asia, to Smyrna, which

     will be reached in two or two and a half days from Constantinople.

     A sufficient stay will be made here to give opportunity of visiting

     Ephesus, fifty miles distant by rail.

       From Smyrna towards the Holy Land the course will lay through the

     Grecian  Archipelago, close by the Isle of Patmos, along the coast

     of Asia, ancient Pamphylia, and the Isle of Cyprus.  Beirut will be

     reached in three days.  At Beirut time will be given to visit

     Damascus; after which the steamer will proceed to Joppa.

       From Joppa, Jerusalem, the River Jordan, the Sea of Tiberias,

     Nazareth, Bethany, Bethlehem, and other points of interest in the

     Holy Land can be visited, and here those who may have preferred to

     make the journey from Beirut through the country, passing through

     Damascus, Galilee, Capernaum, Samaria, and by the River Jordan and

     Sea of Tiberias, can rejoin the steamer.

       Leaving Joppa, the next point of interest to visit will be

     Alexandria, which will be reached in twenty-four hours.  The ruins

     of Caesar's Palace, Pompey's Pillar, Cleopatra's Needle, the

     Catacombs, and ruins of ancient Alexandria will be found worth the

     visit.  The journey to Cairo, one hundred and thirty miles by rail,

     can be made in a few hours, and from which can be visited the site

     of ancient Memphis, Joseph's Granaries, and the Pyramids.

       From Alexandria the route will be taken homeward, calling at

     Malta, Cagliari (in Sardinia), and Palma (in Majorca), all

     magnificent harbors, with charming scenery, and abounding in fruits.

       A day or two will be spent at each place, and leaving Parma in the

     evening, Valencia in Spain will be reached the next morning.  A few

     days will be spent in this, the finest city of Spain.

       From Valencia, the homeward course will be continued, skirting

     along the coast of Spain.  Alicant, Carthagena, Palos, and Malaga

     will be passed but a mile or two distant, and Gibraltar reached in

     about twenty-four hours.

       A stay of one day will be made here, and the voyage continued to

     Madeira, which will be reached in about three days.  Captain

     Marryatt writes: “I do not know a spot on the globe which so much

     astonishes and delights upon first arrival as Madeira.” A stay of

     one or two days will be made here, which, if time permits, may be

     extended, and passing on through the islands, and probably in sight

     of the Peak of Teneriffe, a southern track will be taken, and the

     Atlantic crossed within the latitudes of the northeast trade winds,

     where mild and pleasant weather, and a smooth sea, can always be

     expected.

       A call will be made at Bermuda, which lies directly in this route

     homeward, and will be reached in about ten days from Madeira, and

     after spending a short time with our friends the Bermudians, the

     final departure will be made for home, which will be reached in

     about three days.

       Already, applications have been received from parties in Europe

     wishing to join the Excursion there.

       The ship will at all times be a home, where the excursionists, if

     sick, will be surrounded by kind friends, and have all possible

     comfort and sympathy.

       Should contagious sickness exist in any of the ports named in the

     program, such ports will be passed, and others of interest

     substituted.

       The price of passage is fixed at $1,250, currency, for each adult

     passenger.  Choice of rooms and of seats at the tables apportioned

     in the order in which passages are engaged; and no passage

     considered engaged until ten percent of the passage money is

     deposited with the treasurer.

       Passengers can remain on board of the steamer, at all ports, if

     they desire, without additional expense, and all boating at the

     expense of the ship.

       All passages must be paid for when taken, in order that the most

     perfect arrangements be made for starting at the appointed time.

       Applications for passage must be approved by the committee before

     tickets are issued, and can be made to the undersigned.

       Articles of interest or curiosity, procured by the passengers

     during the voyage, may be brought home in the steamer free of

     charge.

       Five dollars per day, in gold, it is believed, will be a fair

     calculation to make for all traveling expenses onshore and at the

     various points where passengers may wish to leave the steamer for

     days at a time.

       The trip can be extended, and the route changed, by unanimous vote

     of the passengers.

      CHAS.  C.  DUNCAN,  117 WALL STREET, NEW YORK  R.  R.  G******,

     Treasurer

      Committee on Applications  J.  T.  H*****, ESQ.  R.  R.  G*****,

     ESQ.  C.  C.  Duncan

      Committee on Selecting Steamer  CAPT.  W.  W.  S* * * *, Surveyor

     for Board of Underwriters

       C.  W.  C******, Consulting Engineer for U.S.  and Canada  J.  T.

     H*****, Esq. C.  C.  DUNCAN

       P.S.--The very beautiful and substantial side-wheel steamship

     “Quaker City” has been chartered for the occasion, and will leave

     New York June 8th.  Letters have been issued by the government

     commending the party to courtesies abroad.

What was there lacking about that program to make it perfectly

irresistible?  Nothing that any finite mind could discover.  Paris,

England, Scotland, Switzerland, Italy--Garibaldi! The Grecian

Archipelago! Vesuvius! Constantinople! Smyrna! The Holy Land! Egypt and

“our friends the Bermudians”! People in Europe desiring to join the

excursion--contagious sickness to be avoided--boating at the expense of

the ship--physician on board--the circuit of the globe to be made if the

passengers unanimously desired it--the company to be rigidly selected by

a pitiless “Committee on Applications”--the vessel to be as rigidly

selected by as pitiless a “Committee on Selecting Steamer.” Human nature

could not withstand these bewildering temptations.  I hurried to the

treasurer's office and deposited my ten percent.  I rejoiced to know that

a few vacant staterooms were still left.  I did avoid a critical personal

examination into my character by that bowelless committee, but I referred

to all the people of high standing I could think of in the community who

would be least likely to know anything about me.

Shortly a supplementary program was issued which set forth that the

Plymouth Collection of Hymns would be used on board the ship.  I then

paid the balance of my passage money.

I was provided with a receipt and duly and officially accepted as an

excursionist.  There was happiness in that but it was tame compared to

the novelty of being “select.”

This supplementary program also instructed the excursionists to provide

themselves with light musical instruments for amusement in the ship, with

saddles for Syrian travel, green spectacles and umbrellas, veils for

Egypt, and substantial clothing to use in rough pilgrimizing in the Holy

Land.  Furthermore, it was suggested that although the ship's library

would afford a fair amount of reading matter, it would still be well if

each passenger would provide himself with a few guidebooks, a Bible, and

some standard works of travel.  A list was appended, which consisted

chiefly of books relating to the Holy Land, since the Holy Land was part

of the excursion and seemed to be its main feature.

Reverend Henry Ward Beecher was to have accompanied the expedition, but

urgent duties obliged him to give up the idea.  There were other

passengers who could have been spared better and would have been spared

more willingly.  Lieutenant General Sherman was to have been of the party

also, but the Indian war compelled his presence on the plains.  A popular

actress had entered her name on the ship's books, but something

interfered and she couldn't go.  The “Drummer Boy of the Potomac”

 deserted, and lo, we had never a celebrity left!

However, we were to have a “battery of guns” from the Navy Department (as

per advertisement) to be used in answering royal salutes; and the

document furnished by the Secretary of the Navy, which was to make

“General Sherman and party” welcome guests in the courts and camps of the

old world, was still left to us, though both document and battery, I

think, were shorn of somewhat of their original august proportions.

However, had not we the seductive program still, with its Paris, its

Constantinople, Smyrna, Jerusalem, Jericho, and “our friends the

Bermudians?” What did we care?

CHAPTER II.

Occasionally, during the following month, I dropped in at 117 Wall Street

to inquire how the repairing and refurnishing of the vessel was coming

on, how additions to the passenger list were averaging, how many people

the committee were decreeing not “select” every day and banishing in

sorrow and tribulation.  I was glad to know that we were to have a little

printing press on board and issue a daily newspaper of our own.  I was

glad to learn that our piano, our parlor organ, and our melodeon were to

be the best instruments of the kind that could be had in the market.  I

was proud to observe that among our excursionists were three ministers of

the gospel, eight doctors, sixteen or eighteen ladies, several military

and naval chieftains with sounding titles, an ample crop of “Professors”

 of various kinds, and a gentleman who had “COMMISSIONER OF THE UNITED

STATES OF AMERICA TO EUROPE, ASIA, AND AFRICA” thundering after his name

in one awful blast!  I had carefully prepared myself to take rather a

back seat in that ship because of the uncommonly select material that

would alone be permitted to pass through the camel's eye of that

committee on credentials; I had schooled myself to expect an imposing

array of military and naval heroes and to have to set that back seat

still further back in consequence of it maybe; but I state frankly that I

was all unprepared for this crusher.

I fell under that titular avalanche a torn and blighted thing.  I said

that if that potentate must go over in our ship, why, I supposed he must

--but that to my thinking, when the United States considered it necessary

to send a dignitary of that tonnage across the ocean, it would be in

better taste, and safer, to take him apart and cart him over in sections

in several ships.

Ah, if I had only known then that he was only a common mortal, and that

his mission had nothing more overpowering about it than the collecting of

seeds and uncommon yams and extraordinary cabbages and peculiar bullfrogs

for that poor, useless, innocent, mildewed old fossil the Smithsonian

Institute, I would have felt so much relieved.

During that memorable month I basked in the happiness of being for once

in my life drifting with the tide of a great popular movement.  Everybody

was going to Europe--I, too, was going to Europe.  Everybody was going to

the famous Paris Exposition--I, too, was going to the Paris Exposition.

The steamship lines were carrying Americans out of the various ports of

the country at the rate of four or five thousand a week in the aggregate.

If I met a dozen individuals during that month who were not going to

Europe shortly, I have no distinct remembrance of it now.  I walked about

the city a good deal with a young Mr.  Blucher, who was booked for the

excursion.  He was confiding, good-natured, unsophisticated,

companionable; but he was not a man to set the river on fire.  He had the

most extraordinary notions about this European exodus and came at last to

consider the whole nation as packing up for emigration to France.  We

stepped into a store on Broadway one day, where he bought a handkerchief,

and when the man could not make change, Mr. B. said:

“Never mind, I'll hand it to you in Paris.”

“But I am not going to Paris.”

“How is--what did I understand you to say?”

“I said I am not going to Paris.”

“Not going to Paris!  Not g---- well, then, where in the nation are you

going to?”

“Nowhere at all.”

“Not anywhere whatsoever?--not any place on earth but this?”

“Not any place at all but just this--stay here all summer.”

My comrade took his purchase and walked out of the store without a word

--walked out with an injured look upon his countenance.  Up the street

apiece he broke silence and said impressively: “It was a lie--that is my

opinion of it!”

In the fullness of time the ship was ready to receive her passengers.

I was introduced to the young gentleman who was to be my roommate, and

found him to be intelligent, cheerful of spirit, unselfish, full of

generous impulses, patient, considerate, and wonderfully good-natured.

Not any passenger that sailed in the Quaker City will withhold his

endorsement of what I have just said.  We selected a stateroom forward of

the wheel, on the starboard side, “below decks.”  It bad two berths in

it, a dismal dead-light, a sink with a washbowl in it, and a long,

sumptuously cushioned locker, which was to do service as a sofa--partly

--and partly as a hiding place for our things.  Notwithstanding all this

furniture, there was still room to turn around in, but not to swing a cat

in, at least with entire security to the cat.  However, the room was

large, for a ship's stateroom, and was in every way satisfactory.

The vessel was appointed to sail on a certain Saturday early in June.

A little after noon on that distinguished Saturday I reached the ship and

went on board.  All was bustle and confusion.  [I have seen that remark

before somewhere.]  The pier was crowded with carriages and men;

passengers were arriving and hurrying on board; the vessel's decks were

encumbered with trunks and valises; groups of excursionists, arrayed in

unattractive traveling costumes, were moping about in a drizzling rain

and looking as droopy and woebegone as so many molting chickens.  The

gallant flag was up, but it was under the spell, too, and hung limp and

disheartened by the mast.  Altogether, it was the bluest, bluest

spectacle!  It was a pleasure excursion--there was no gainsaying that,

because the program said so--it was so nominated in the bond--but it

surely hadn't the general aspect of one.

Finally, above the banging, and rumbling, and shouting, and hissing of

steam rang the order to “cast off!”--a sudden rush to the gangways--a

scampering ashore of visitors-a revolution of the wheels, and we were

off--the pic-nic was begun!  Two very mild cheers went up from the

dripping crowd on the pier; we answered them gently from the slippery

decks; the flag made an effort to wave, and failed; the “battery of guns”

 spake not--the ammunition was out.

We steamed down to the foot of the harbor and came to anchor.  It was

still raining.  And not only raining, but storming.  “Outside” we could

see, ourselves, that there was a tremendous sea on.  We must lie still,

in the calm harbor, till the storm should abate.  Our passengers hailed

from fifteen states; only a few of them had ever been to sea before;

manifestly it would not do to pit them against a full-blown tempest until

they had got their sea-legs on.  Toward evening the two steam tugs that

had accompanied us with a rollicking champagne-party of young New Yorkers

on board who wished to bid farewell to one of our number in due and

ancient form departed, and we were alone on the deep.  On deep five

fathoms, and anchored fast to the bottom.  And out in the solemn rain, at

that.  This was pleasuring with a vengeance.

It was an appropriate relief when the gong sounded for prayer meeting.

The first Saturday night of any other pleasure excursion might have been

devoted to whist and dancing; but I submit it to the unprejudiced mind if

it would have been in good taste for us to engage in such frivolities,

considering what we had gone through and the frame of mind we were in.

We would have shone at a wake, but not at anything more festive.

However, there is always a cheering influence about the sea; and in my

berth that night, rocked by the measured swell of the waves and lulled by

the murmur of the distant surf, I soon passed tranquilly out of all

consciousness of the dreary experiences of the day and damaging

premonitions of the future.

CHAPTER III.

All day Sunday at anchor.  The storm had gone down a great deal, but the

sea had not.  It was still piling its frothy hills high in air “outside,”

 as we could plainly see with the glasses.  We could not properly begin a

pleasure excursion on Sunday; we could not offer untried stomachs to so

pitiless a sea as that.  We must lie still till Monday.  And we did.  But

we had repetitions of church and prayer-meetings; and so, of course, we

were just as eligibly situated as we could have been any where.

I was up early that Sabbath morning and was early to breakfast.  I felt a

perfectly natural desire to have a good, long, unprejudiced look at the

passengers at a time when they should be free from self-consciousness

--which is at breakfast, when such a moment occurs in the lives of human

beings at all.

I was greatly surprised to see so many elderly people--I might almost

say, so many venerable people.  A glance at the long lines of heads was

apt to make one think it was all gray.  But it was not.  There was a

tolerably fair sprinkling of young folks, and another fair sprinkling of

gentlemen and ladies who were non-committal as to age, being neither

actually old or absolutely young.

The next morning we weighed anchor and went to sea.  It was a great

happiness to get away after this dragging, dispiriting delay.  I thought

there never was such gladness in the air before, such brightness in the

sun, such beauty in the sea.  I was satisfied with the picnic then and

with all its belongings.  All my malicious instincts were dead within me;

and as America faded out of sight, I think a spirit of charity rose up in

their place that was as boundless, for the time being, as the broad ocean

that was heaving its billows about us.  I wished to express my feelings

--I wished to lift up my voice and sing; but I did not know anything to

sing, and so I was obliged to give up the idea.  It was no loss to the

ship, though, perhaps.

It was breezy and pleasant, but the sea was still very rough.  One could

not promenade without risking his neck; at one moment the bowsprit was

taking a deadly aim at the sun in midheaven, and at the next it was

trying to harpoon a shark in the bottom of the ocean.  What a weird

sensation it is to feel the stern of a ship sinking swiftly from under you

and see the bow climbing high away among the clouds!  One's safest course

that day was to clasp a railing and hang on; walking was too precarious a

pastime.

By some happy fortune I was not seasick.--That was a thing to be proud

of.  I had not always escaped before.  If there is one thing in the world

that will make a man peculiarly and insufferably self-conceited, it is to

have his stomach behave itself, the first day at sea, when nearly all his

comrades are seasick.  Soon a venerable fossil, shawled to the chin and

bandaged like a mummy, appeared at the door of the after deck-house, and

the next lurch of the ship shot him into my arms.  I said:

“Good-morning, Sir.  It is a fine day.”

He put his hand on his stomach and said, “Oh, my!” and then staggered

away and fell over the coop of a skylight.

Presently another old gentleman was projected from the same door with

great violence.  I said:

“Calm yourself, Sir--There is no hurry.  It is a fine day, Sir.”

He, also, put his hand on his stomach and said “Oh, my!” and reeled away.

In a little while another veteran was discharged abruptly from the same

door, clawing at the air for a saving support.  I said:

“Good morning, Sir.  It is a fine day for pleasuring.  You were about to

say--”

“Oh, my!”

I thought so.  I anticipated him, anyhow.  I stayed there and was

bombarded with old gentlemen for an hour, perhaps; and all I got out of

any of them was “Oh, my!”

I went away then in a thoughtful mood.  I said, this is a good pleasure

excursion.  I like it.  The passengers are not garrulous, but still they

are sociable.  I like those old people, but somehow they all seem to have

the “Oh, my” rather bad.

I knew what was the matter with them.  They were seasick.  And I was glad

of it.  We all like to see people seasick when we are not, ourselves.

Playing whist by the cabin lamps when it is storming outside is pleasant;

walking the quarterdeck in the moonlight is pleasant; smoking in the

breezy foretop is pleasant when one is not afraid to go up there; but

these are all feeble and commonplace compared with the joy of seeing

people suffering the miseries of seasickness.

I picked up a good deal of information during the afternoon.  At one time

I was climbing up the quarterdeck when the vessel's stem was in the sky;

I was smoking a cigar and feeling passably comfortable.  Somebody

ejaculated:

“Come, now, that won't answer.  Read the sign up there--NO SMOKING ABAFT

THE WHEEL!”

It was Captain Duncan, chief of the expedition.  I went forward, of

course.  I saw a long spyglass lying on a desk in one of the upper-deck

state-rooms back of the pilot-house and reached after it--there was a

ship in the distance.

“Ah, ah--hands off!  Come out of that!”

I came out of that.  I said to a deck-sweep--but in a low voice:

“Who is that overgrown pirate with the whiskers and the discordant

voice?”

“It's Captain Bursley--executive officer--sailing master.”

I loitered about awhile, and then, for want of something better to do,

fell to carving a railing with my knife.  Somebody said, in an

insinuating, admonitory voice:

“Now, say--my friend--don't you know any better than to be whittling the

ship all to pieces that way?  You ought to know better than that.”

I went back and found the deck sweep.

“Who is that smooth-faced, animated outrage yonder in the fine clothes?”

“That's Captain L****, the owner of the ship--he's one of the main

bosses.”

In the course of time I brought up on the starboard side of the

pilot-house and found a sextant lying on a bench.  Now, I said, they

“take the sun” through this thing; I should think I might see that vessel

through it.  I had hardly got it to my eye when someone touched me on the

shoulder and said deprecatingly:

“I'll have to get you to give that to me, Sir.  If there's anything you'd

like to know about taking the sun, I'd as soon tell you as not--but I

don't like to trust anybody with that instrument.  If you want any

figuring done--Aye, aye, sir!”

He was gone to answer a call from the other side.  I sought the

deck-sweep.

“Who is that spider-legged gorilla yonder with the sanctimonious

countenance?”

“It's Captain Jones, sir--the chief mate.”

“Well.  This goes clear away ahead of anything I ever heard of before.

Do you--now I ask you as a man and a brother--do you think I could

venture to throw a rock here in any given direction without hitting a

captain of this ship?”

“Well, sir, I don't know--I think likely you'd fetch the captain of the

watch may be, because he's a-standing right yonder in the way.”

I went below--meditating and a little downhearted.  I thought, if five

cooks can spoil a broth, what may not five captains do with a pleasure

excursion.

CHAPTER IV.

We plowed along bravely for a week or more, and without any conflict of

jurisdiction among the captains worth mentioning.  The passengers soon

learned to accommodate themselves to their new circumstances, and life in

the ship became nearly as systematically monotonous as the routine of a

barrack.  I do not mean that it was dull, for it was not entirely so by

any means--but there was a good deal of sameness about it.  As is always

the fashion at sea, the passengers shortly began to pick up sailor terms

--a sign that they were beginning to feel at home.  Half-past six was no

longer half-past six to these pilgrims from New England, the South, and

the Mississippi Valley, it was “seven bells”; eight, twelve, and four

o'clock were “eight bells”; the captain did not take the longitude at

nine o'clock, but at “two bells.”  They spoke glibly of the “after

cabin,” the “for'rard cabin,” “port and starboard” and the “fo'castle.”

At seven bells the first gong rang; at eight there was breakfast, for

such as were not too seasick to eat it.  After that all the well people

walked arm-in-arm up and down the long promenade deck, enjoying the fine

summer mornings, and the seasick ones crawled out and propped themselves

up in the lee of the paddle-boxes and ate their dismal tea and toast, and

looked wretched.  From eleven o'clock until luncheon, and from luncheon

until dinner at six in the evening, the employments and amusements were

various.  Some reading was done, and much smoking and sewing, though not

by the same parties; there were the monsters of the deep to be looked

after and wondered at; strange ships had to be scrutinized through

opera-glasses, and sage decisions arrived at concerning them; and more

than that, everybody took a personal interest in seeing that the flag was

run up and politely dipped three times in response to the salutes of

those strangers; in the smoking room there were always parties of

gentlemen playing euchre, draughts and dominoes, especially dominoes,

that delightfully harmless game; and down on the main deck, “for'rard”

 --for'rard of the chicken-coops and the cattle--we had what was called

“horse billiards.”  Horse billiards is a fine game.  It affords good,

active exercise, hilarity, and consuming excitement.  It is a mixture of

“hop-scotch” and shuffleboard played with a crutch.  A large hop-scotch

diagram is marked out on the deck with chalk, and each compartment

numbered.  You stand off three or four steps, with some broad wooden

disks before you on the deck, and these you send forward with a vigorous

thrust of a long crutch.  If a disk stops on a chalk line, it does not

count anything.  If it stops in division No. 7, it counts 7; in 5, it

counts 5, and so on.  The game is 100, and four can play at a time.  That

game would be very simple played on a stationary floor, but with us, to

play it well required science.  We had to allow for the reeling of the

ship to the right or the left.  Very often one made calculations for a

heel to the right and the ship did not go that way.  The consequence was

that that disk missed the whole hopscotch plan a yard or two, and then

there was humiliation on one side and laughter on the other.

When it rained the passengers had to stay in the house, of course--or at

least the cabins--and amuse themselves with games, reading, looking out

of the windows at the very familiar billows, and talking gossip.

By 7 o'clock in the evening, dinner was about over; an hour's promenade

on the upper deck followed; then the gong sounded and a large majority of

the party repaired to the after cabin (upper), a handsome saloon fifty or

sixty feet long, for prayers.  The unregenerated called this saloon the

“Synagogue.”  The devotions consisted only of two hymns from the Plymouth

Collection and a short prayer, and seldom occupied more than fifteen

minutes.  The hymns were accompanied by parlor-organ music when the sea

was smooth enough to allow a performer to sit at the instrument without

being lashed to his chair.

After prayers the Synagogue shortly took the semblance of a writing

school.  The like of that picture was never seen in a ship before.

Behind the long dining tables on either side of the saloon, and scattered

from one end to the other of the latter, some twenty or thirty gentlemen

and ladies sat them down under the swaying lamps and for two or three

hours wrote diligently in their journals.  Alas! that journals so

voluminously begun should come to so lame and impotent a conclusion as

most of them did!  I doubt if there is a single pilgrim of all that host

but can show a hundred fair pages of journal concerning the first twenty

days' voyaging in the Quaker City, and I am morally certain that not ten

of the party can show twenty pages of journal for the succeeding twenty

thousand miles of voyaging!  At certain periods it becomes the dearest

ambition of a man to keep a faithful record of his performances in a

book; and he dashes at this work with an enthusiasm that imposes on him

the notion that keeping a journal is the veriest pastime in the world,

and the pleasantest.  But if he only lives twenty-one days, he will find

out that only those rare natures that are made up of pluck, endurance,

devotion to duty for duty's sake, and invincible determination may hope

to venture upon so tremendous an enterprise as the keeping of a journal

and not sustain a shameful defeat.

One of our favorite youths, Jack, a splendid young fellow with a head

full of good sense, and a pair of legs that were a wonder to look upon in

the way of length and straightness and slimness, used to report progress

every morning in the most glowing and spirited way, and say:

“Oh, I'm coming along bully!” (he was a little given to slang in his

happier moods.)  “I wrote ten pages in my journal last night--and you

know I wrote nine the night before and twelve the night before that.

Why, it's only fun!”

“What do you find to put in it, Jack?”

“Oh, everything.  Latitude and longitude, noon every day; and how many

miles we made last twenty-four hours; and all the domino games I beat and