Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 5, May 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 5, May 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
Certainly my spirits did not rise during the passage. I had made up my
mind to write and read a great deal, and to occupy my thoughts as far as
possible with indifferent subjects; but I did nothing of the kind, and I
have remarked since that a ship is the idlest place in the whole
universe. Nobody seems to do any thing but the sailors, and they nothing
more than they are obliged to do.
At length, oh blessed sight! just as day was beginning to break we
perceived a light-boat, and the captain announced that we were on the
coast of America. I never was so rejoiced at any thing in my life,
especially when, a few minutes after, I heard him order a gun to be
fired for a pilot. But whether in punishment at my repining, or in order
that I might have a full and competent knowledge of the sea, before I
had done with it, the cannon had hardly roared out its first call for a
pilot, when the wind chopped round suddenly from the west with a little
south in it, and in a quarter of an hour was blowing a heavy gale off
the coast. For four long, tedious days we continued struggling against
this merciless enemy, in no little danger, as I understood afterward,
and during the whole of that time I was enlivened by hearing the
plaintive voice of Madame Du Four exclaiming to herself, “_Oh, mon Dieu!
je vais mourir_,” together with other sounds, not nearly so euphonious.
At length, however, we got into the beautiful port of Boston; and as we
sailed peacefully amongst the blue islands, up came Madame Du Four,
painted, patched and brocaded, and as brisk as a bee.
A NEW WORLD AND NEW OLD ACQUAINTANCE.
The captain of the vessel kindly took me to a small inn, not very far
from the port; where I got tolerable accommodation. My first task was to
seek for a warm bath; for my long voyage of more than five weeks
duration, made me feel as if I had been pickled. It was with
considerable difficulty that I procured what I wanted; for Boston was
not famous for baths in those days. I succeeded at length, indeed, and
then dined very well, though with less appetite than had savored the
coarser provisions at sea. No one can tell with what satisfaction I
looked forward to resting in the good, steady bed which my room
contained; but the sea had not done with me yet, and for two whole
nights, as soon as I lay down, every thing began to move with me and
swim about just as if I was still upon the ocean. I could hardly
persuade myself that the house was not afloat. The next morning, while
at breakfast, one of the black waiters came in and told me that a
gentleman had called to see me, and on ordering him to be admitted, a
tall, good-looking man, of about thirty-five was ushered in. His face
was familiar to me, though I could not recollect where I had seen it
before, and he was dressed with great neatness and precision, partly in
black, partly in drab, with a thick cravat round his neck, and a pair of
Hessian boots drawn up to his knees.
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