2o8 Musings by Camp-Fire and Wayside 



deck for fresh air. Such a splendid scene! There 

 was the sun shining clear, and such a blue as no 

 colorist ever could imagine. It was as pure as the 

 clearest blue sky, but much deeper in color. The 

 reflection of the sun was not a glaring shimmer, but 

 millions of points of brilliant white were flashing 

 upon the lustrous and majestic robe which enfolded 

 the gentle, heaving bosom of the sea. Both the 

 whiteness of the sun and the azure of the sky were 

 intensified in that noblest of fabrics. Verily, the 

 Draper of the heavens has resources for clothing 

 and adorning those whom he loves in colors and in 

 grace worthy of the court of Almighty God. 



At Seattle Mrs. Young, the happy wife of a 

 worthy husband, and the happy mother of sons who 

 are an honor to the name, noticing that I was some- 

 what faint, advised her husband, the doctor, to 

 suggest to me that I had not sufficient vitality to 

 endure so rough a trip. That first night of buffet- 

 ing and tossing, and of unendurable noises! — I said 

 the lady was right. I never could survive two 

 months of such horrors, and was disposed to com- 

 plain of providence for inflicting a fine of five 

 hundred dollars and two or more months of such 

 imprisonment upon a man for being so foolish; but 

 glorious as this day is, smoothly as the ship glides 

 over the peaceful and cerulean sea, that pounding, 

 sick, noisy, and horribly discordant night was 

 needed to bring out to the full, by contrast, the 

 glory of such a day. 



