. The sea [microform] : its stirring story of adventure, peril & heroism. Adventure and adventurers; Voyages and travels; Ocean; Aventures et aventuriers; Voyages; Océan. 86 TIIE SEA. 111! They go to bed at San Francisco, and never leave their berths till they reach their desti- nation. You never see one of them on deck. The sailors, having done their duty, dis- appear likewise. And how easy that duty is in such weather! On leaving the Golden Gate the sails were hoisted, and have remainsd untouched ever since. The breeze is just strong enough to fill them and keep us steady. The result is
. The sea [microform] : its stirring story of adventure, peril & heroism. Adventure and adventurers; Voyages and travels; Ocean; Aventures et aventuriers; Voyages; Océan. 86 TIIE SEA. 111! They go to bed at San Francisco, and never leave their berths till they reach their desti- nation. You never see one of them on deck. The sailors, having done their duty, dis- appear likewise. And how easy that duty is in such weather! On leaving the Golden Gate the sails were hoisted, and have remainsd untouched ever since. The breeze is just strong enough to fill them and keep us steady. The result is a complete calm. The smoke ascends up to heaven in a straight line. So the sailors have a fine time of I,EAVINO 'XHB C0A8T OF CALIFOKMA. They sleep, smoke, or play down-stairs with their companions. The two men at the helm —these two are Americans—are equally invisible, for a watch-tower hides them from sight, as well as the rudder and the officer of the watch. I have thus got the deck of this immense ship entirely to myself. I pace it from one end to the other, four hundred feet backwards and forwards. The only impediment is a transverse bar of iron, as high as one's head, which binds in the middle the two sides of the ship. It is painted white, like all the rest, and is difficult to see. In every position in life there is always the worm in the bud or thorn in the flesh—or, at any rate, some dark spot. On board the China the dark spot for me is that detestable white bar. Not only am I perpetually knocking. Please note that these images are extracted from scanned page images that may have been digitally enhanced for readability - coloration and appearance of these illustrations may not perfectly resemble the original Whymper, Frederick, b. 1838. London; New York : Cassel, Petter, Galpin
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