Blue waters and green and the Far East today . ern tried to in-troduce our system of checking baggage. They evenwent further. They offered to call for your trunk inLondon, for instance, and deliver it to your addressin Edinburgh for the small sum of a shilling,—24cents. Nay, nay. Our Briton refused, and con-tinues to pile his trunk on a four-wheeler and standin the rain at his destination and identify it, ratherthan do the old thing in a new way. So sailor-men,be they English, Japs, Yankees or Portuguese, willbe sailor-men till men no longer go down to the seain ships, .until we quit the sea a
Blue waters and green and the Far East today . ern tried to in-troduce our system of checking baggage. They evenwent further. They offered to call for your trunk inLondon, for instance, and deliver it to your addressin Edinburgh for the small sum of a shilling,—24cents. Nay, nay. Our Briton refused, and con-tinues to pile his trunk on a four-wheeler and standin the rain at his destination and identify it, ratherthan do the old thing in a new way. So sailor-men,be they English, Japs, Yankees or Portuguese, willbe sailor-men till men no longer go down to the seain ships, .until we quit the sea and take to the air. Our passenger list is a small one—less than half ourcapacity, and not as motley as usual. We are theonly tourists. All the rest are going on their affairsof blood or business, visiting kinfolk across the seaor going to their occupations in foreign parts. Thereare half a dozen young fellows going to Manila in ourcivil service there—clerks and the like. There is acaptain of native constabulary returning from a va- [12]. ON THE PACIFIC. cation. There is the Inspector of Public Buildingsfor Manila, one of the finest Dutchmen I ever met, aworld-wanderer who knows Kowloon and Callao,Singapore and Aden, and all the strange places ofthe earth, as familiarly as I know Kansas, a tramproyal whose home is under his hat, who has the giftof tongues, a seeing eye, plays all the games everinvented and plays them well, and is the best smoking-room company you can imagine. There is the young doctor from Manila who has hisbride with him, a fair-faced girl from the Stateswhom he is taking back to the Islands to slowly stewher life out, lose that fresh complexion, and likelyfill one of the new graves in the rapidly growingAmerican cemetery. Women die quickly out there. There are Jack and Jean, two eight-year-olds, goingwith their mother, the wife of a St. Louis editor, tovisit their sister, an army officers wife, at and Jean are twins, and their eighth birthday
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