The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and MajorcaClayton, John William
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The Sunny South: An Autumn in Spain and Majorca
Clayton, John William
Majorca (Spain) -- Description and travel; Spain -- Description and travel
And so the land vanished from view, and we were alone on the deck
on one of those calm and beautiful nights which naturally dispose
the mind to meditation. The stars, sparkling like gems of silver on
the brow of night, were reflected in the transparent waters of the
Mediterranean, where they flashed like jewels in the dark tresses of an
Eastern maiden. Lines of phosphoric light marked our course as the prow
of the ship cut through the sapphire sea, and were reflected, as it
were, in the depths of the heavenly ocean above by the broad opal zone
of the milky way, which gleamed with inconceivable lustre.
This is all very fine when the weather is fair and the sea calm; but it
is very difficult to be romantic when suffering from sea-sickness, and
there was no knowing how painfully prosy we might become ere the two
hundred miles of sea, which we had to traverse before we could reach
our destination, were passed. At the outset of this little voyage, we
could well imagine "the exemplary youth" in the story books asking all
sorts of appropriate questions, thus:--
"And so, sir, this is the Mediterranean?" the young Arthur might be
supposed to say to his aged tutor.
"Yes, my boy," that learned man might reply, with tears in his eyes at
the thought that all his care and solicitude for his pupil should at
last be so well repaid by this instance of precocious intelligence,
showing that the seed he had sown had borne ample fruit. "Yes, my boy,
this indeed is that tideless and lovely sea which has ever presented a
problem to the man of science, and a subject for the poet's verse."
But in about four hours after our departure, neither the exemplary
youth nor the aged tutor would have been in any very eager mood for
edifying question and instructive answer. A howling gale came on,
and people, becoming perfectly green in the face, arose one by one
from the supper table in a manner they had assumed as remarkably
easy and graceful, assuring everybody that they never felt better in
their lives, and then disappeared entirely from the vision of their
fellow-travellers, and in most cases fellow-sufferers. One old lady,
indeed, looked as if she were going to say every moment,--
"I think, captain, as the ship is so very unsteady I would rather get
out."
However, some use is generally to be found in everything, and to a
person who wishes to stretch a pair of new canvas shoes, that they may
be easier on his feet, there is no surer mode than that of walking the
deck in a gale of wind.
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