Household words, No. 23, August 31, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
General
Household words, No. 23, August 31, 1850 : $b A weekly journal
English literature -- Periodicals
Perhaps the greatest privation to which the poor steerage passenger is
subjected, is in connection with the water which he uses for drinking
and in some of his cooking processes. As the voyage may be protracted
beyond reasonable calculation, an extra supply of fresh water is or
should be laid in to meet such an emergency. To preserve this extra
stock from becoming impure, different devices are resorted to,—such as
impregnating it with lime, large quantities of which are thrown into
each cask. Were this the case only with the extra stock, the comfort of
the passenger might, for a time at least, be unimpaired in this respect;
but the misfortune is, that all the water for steerage consumption,
immediate and contingent, is treated in the same way; so that the
emigrant is scarcely out of harbour, when he finds the water of which he
makes use not only extremely unpalatable to drink, but in such a state
as to spoil every decoction into which it enters. Fancy a cup of tea
without cream, but with sugar and coarse lime, in about equal
proportions, to flavour it. The most unquestionable sloe leaves might,
under such circumstances, pass for young hyson, and the worst of chicory
for the best of coffee. This sorely discomfited the more elderly of the
females on board, whose cup of life was poisoned by very thin mortar.
On the fifth day out, after gaining the open sea, we were overtaken by a
tremendous gale, which did us considerable damage. I was standing near
the forecastle, when a heavy block dropped from aloft with terrific
force at my feet. I had scarcely recovered from my fright, when crash
after crash over head, making me run under the jolly boat in terror. For
a moment afterwards all was still, and then arose a tremendous uproar on
board, officers giving all sorts of directions at once, and sailors
running about, and jumping over each other to obey them. When I ventured
to peep out from my place of safety, a sad spectacle of wreck and ruin
presented itself to me. On our lee, masts, ropes, spars, and sails were
floating alongside on the uneasy waters. Our fore-top-mast had given
way, and in falling overboard, had dragged the maintop-gallant mast and
the greater part of our bowsprit along with it. Sails and rigging went
of course with the wreck, which was provoking, as the wind was a-beam
and so far favourable. We soon hauled the wreck on board, however, and
in the course of two or three days, with the aid of the carpenter, the
dismantled ship was re-rigged in a very creditable manner.
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