But it shortly became a most lamentable slouch of a journal. One night in Paris, after a hard days toil in sightseeing, I said:
Now Ill go and stroll around the cafes awhile, Jack, and give you a chance to write up your journal, old fellow.
His countenance lost its fire. He said:
Well, no, you neednt mind. I think I wont run that journal anymore. It is awful tedious. Do you know I reckon Im as much as four thousand pages behind hand. I havent got any France in it at all. First I thought Id leave France out and start fresh. But that wouldnt do, would it? The governor would say, Hello, here didnt see anything in France? That cat wouldnt fight, you know. First I thought Id copy France out of the guide-book, like old Badger in the forrard cabin, whos writing a book, but theres more than three hundred pages of it. Oh, I dont think a journals any use do you? Theyre only a bother, aint they?
Yes, a journal that is incomplete isnt of much use, but a journal properly kept is worth a thousand dollars when youve got it done.
A thousand! well, I should think so. I wouldnt finish it for a million.
His experience was only the experience of the majority of that industrious night school in the cabin. If you wish to inflict a heartless and malignant punishment upon a young person, pledge him to keep a journal a year.
A good many expedients were resorted to to keep the excursionists amused and satisfied. A club was formed, of all the passengers, which met in the writing school after prayers and read aloud about the countries we were approaching and discussed the information so obtained.
Several times the photographer of the expedition brought out his transparent pictures and gave us a handsome magic-lantern exhibition. His views were nearly all of foreign scenes, but there were one or two home pictures among them. He advertised that he would open his performance in the after cabin at two bells (nine P.M.) and show the passengers where they shall eventually arrive which was all very well, but by a funny accident the first picture that flamed out upon the canvas was a view of Greenwood Cemetery!
On several starlight nights we danced on the upper deck, under the awnings, and made something of a ball-room display of brilliancy by hanging a number of ships lanterns to the stanchions. Our music consisted of the well-mixed strains of a melodeon which was a little asthmatic and apt to catch its breath where it ought to come out strong, a clarinet which was a little unreliable on the high keys and rather melancholy on the low ones, and a disreputable accordion that had a leak somewhere and breathed louder than it squawked a more elegant term does not occur to me just now. However, the dancing was infinitely worse than the music. When the ship rolled to starboard the whole platoon of dancers came charging down to starboard with it, and brought up in mass at the rail; and when it rolled to port they went floundering down to port with the same unanimity of sentiment. Waltzers spun around precariously for a matter of fifteen seconds and then went scurrying down to the rail as if they meant to go overboard. The Virginia reel, as performed on board the Quaker City, had more genuine reel about it than any reel I ever saw before, and was as full of interest to the spectator as it was full of desperate chances and hairbreadth escapes to the participant. We gave up dancing, finally.
We celebrated a ladys birthday anniversary with toasts, speeches, a poem, and so forth. We also had a mock trial. No ship ever went to sea that hadnt a mock trial on board. The purser was accused of stealing an overcoat from stateroom No. 10. A judge was appointed; also clerks, a crier of the court, constables, sheriffs; counsel for the State and for the defendant; witnesses were subpoenaed, and a jury empaneled after much challenging. The witnesses were stupid and unreliable and contradictory, as witnesses always are. The counsel were eloquent, argumentative, and vindictively abusive of each other, as was characteristic and proper. The case was at last submitted and duly finished by the judge with an absurd decision and a ridiculous sentence.
The acting of charades was tried on several evenings by the young gentlemen and ladies, in the cabins, and proved the most distinguished success of all the amusement experiments.
An attempt was made to organize a debating club, but it was a failure. There was no oratorical talent in the ship.
We all enjoyed ourselves I think I can safely say that, but it was in a rather quiet way. We very, very seldom played the piano; we played the flute and the clarinet together, and made good music, too, what there was of it, but we always played the same old tune; it was a very pretty tune how well I remember it I wonder when I shall ever get rid of it. We never played either the melodeon or the organ except at devotions but I am too fast: young Albert did know part of a tune something about O Something-Or-Other How Sweet It Is to Know That Hes His Whats-his-Name (I do not remember the exact title of it, but it was very plaintive and full of sentiment); Albert played that pretty much all the time until we contracted with him to restrain himself. But nobody ever sang by moonlight on the upper deck, and the congregational singing at church and prayers was not of a superior order of architecture. I put up with it as long as I could and then joined in and tried to improve it, but this encouraged young George to join in too, and that made a failure of it; because Georges voice was just turning, and when he was singing a dismal sort of bass it was apt to fly off the handle and startle everybody with a most discordant cackle on the upper notes. George didnt know the tunes, either, which was also a drawback to his performances. I said:
Come, now, George, dont improvise. It looks too egotistical. It will provoke remark. Just stick to Coronation, like the others. It is a good tune you cant improve it any, just off-hand, in this way.
Why, Im not trying to improve it and I am singing like the others just as it is in the notes.
And he honestly thought he was, too; and so he had no one to blame but himself when his voice caught on the center occasionally and gave him the lockjaw.
There were those among the unregenerated who attributed the unceasing head-winds to our distressing choir-music. There were those who said openly that it was taking chances enough to have such ghastly music going on, even when it was at its best; and that to exaggerate the crime by letting George help was simply flying in the face of Providence. These said that the choir would keep up their lacerating attempts at melody until they would bring down a storm some day that would sink the ship.
There were even grumblers at the prayers. The executive officer said the pilgrims had no charity:
There they are, down there every night at eight bells, praying for fair winds when they know as well as I do that this is the only ship going east this time of the year, but theres a thousand coming west whats a fair wind for us is a head wind to them the Almightys blowing a fair wind for a thousand vessels, and this tribe wants him to turn it clear around so as to accommodate one and she a steamship at that! It aint good sense, it aint good reason, it aint good Christianity, it aint common human charity. Avast with such nonsense!
CHAPTER V
Taking it by and large, as the sailors say, we had a pleasant ten days run from New York to the Azores islands not a fast run, for the distance is only twenty-four hundred miles, but a right pleasant one in the main. True, we had head winds all the time, and several stormy experiences which sent fifty percent of the passengers to bed sick and made the ship look dismal and deserted stormy experiences that all will remember who weathered them on the tumbling deck and caught the vast sheets of spray that every now and then sprang high in air from the weather bow and swept the ship like a thunder-shower; but for the most part we had balmy summer weather and nights that were even finer than the days. We had the phenomenon of a full moon located just in the same spot in the heavens at the same hour every night. The reason of this singular conduct on the part of the moon did not occur to us at first, but it did afterward when we reflected that we were gaining about twenty minutes every day because we were going east so fast we gained just about enough every day to keep along with the moon. It was becoming an old moon to the friends we had left behind us, but to us Joshuas it stood still in the same place and remained always the same.