Describes his departure from Southampton to New York on the Washington. Transcription: bury being unaccountably nowhere; necessitating researches on the part of [William] Boutcher and myself to discover that nowhere. Finally t ?was found at the Railroad dep t, on a lonely cart, ransomed, and transported to the Washington, which lay fuming with impatience at the non arrival of the mails. The Purser chummed us in a spacious cabin on the after deck, some fifteen berths in it, three in depth. I lay on top, [William] Conworth middle, Frenchman below. There are two windows in top-berths, (one mine,
Describes his departure from Southampton to New York on the Washington. Transcription: bury being unaccountably nowhere; necessitating researches on the part of [William] Boutcher and myself to discover that nowhere. Finally t ?was found at the Railroad dep t, on a lonely cart, ransomed, and transported to the Washington, which lay fuming with impatience at the non arrival of the mails. The Purser chummed us in a spacious cabin on the after deck, some fifteen berths in it, three in depth. I lay on top, [William] Conworth middle, Frenchman below. There are two windows in top-berths, (one mine,) also a large square one of over the washing arrangements, which consist in two basins, with pitchers to match, no soap (for the present,) or towels. A chaos of bales and boxes blockade the place. Passengers, English, Canadian, American, and German, all thronging on board, captain and officers busy and curt in response to wild inquirers. The day sunny and hot, Southampton town bright looking and folks crowding on deck to see friends off. By 2 the vessel moves off, and Boutcher, who stands on the quay for half an hour, with bolt upright, with tall figure and hawk-like, resolute aspect, waves hand, and is off. Slowly we labour down the green Southampton water, looking on the pleasant shores, the buoys, (one a la Inchcape Bell,) fort and light house, and presently the coast of the Isle of Wight is seen. I talk to the Conworth, turn in and have a two hours doze, (after a rough-and-tumble dinner in the fore-cabin,) waking up by 5. Wind dead ahead, very little tossing, but lots of people sick. Conworth amongst the number. [19. Thursday through 20. Friday] Fraternization with fellow passengers after my wont, and shall proceed to securing pen and ink photographs of some of em. And firstly of the detail Title: Thomas Butler Gunn Diaries: Volume 7, page 113, July 18-20, 1855 . 18 July 1855. Gunn, Thomas Butler, 1826-1903
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