Thursday, June 4, 2015

Sunday, June 4th, 1882

Trinity Sunday. June 4th Off Terceira. Barque Sarah.
About ten o’c this morning Dr & Mrs R., Mr Townsend, Mr Adams & I took a boat and went ashore. I bought some silk handkerchiefs and Mrs R. & I went to one of the churches while the men were off in search of horses & carriage. The church we visited was the prettiest I have seen in the islands – Azorean – One church here is like another – but in this one, the gilding was duller and the work rather good, the coloring [?], the proportions of the building better – there were some tolerable paintings too. The service was just beginning and there were people coming in constantly – a great many fine looking men who might be mistaken for New Yorkers or Englishmen. Angra has an air of enterprise and a more cosmopolitan appearance than any town we have seen except Ponta Delgada. The are putting up new buildings and renovating the streets and laying out a little park. We noticed that the power class of men wear a pair of linked buttons in their shirts very pretty in design, gold like this

We tried to find some but could not. The gold work comes from Lisbon and the silver filaque[?] work also. The men wear their pants so very long that they come to the ground in the back –

The Dr., Mr Townsend & Mr Adams found some fine riding horses and Mrs Robertson & I were astonished at being put in to a regular New England “carry-all”. The driver knew so little of driving that he could not turn the carriage without getting out and turning it around with his hands, and Mr Eifert (a German whom Sanisberry introduced to use, having business in the Islands – we met him at the Luso) whom we took in as interpreter had not enough spirit to manage the man. He was as obstinate as a mule, determined to make us go as he wished and we were dragged up and down hill through the environs of Angra, at a gallop, expecting to be upset every minute. Mr Adams was in advance racing with Mr Townsend who tried to cross his pathway going around a corner. Mr Adams foot caught in the stonewall, he was thrown off and fell on his hand bruising it severely. He suffered terribly and could get no relief from the bottle of hand[?] the Dr. poured on it. We went to the Hotel Terceirinse[?] for dinner and met Mr Sanisberry there. We had some head given t us at one of the Holy Ghost’s feasts and with that fried eggs and cheese we managed to keep ourselves alive. We could not eat the cabbage soup and other Portuguese dishes. Mr Adams hand troubled him so that we decided to come back to Sarah. The Captain had ordered some dinner saved for us so we had our regular ship rations, Plum-duff included. I vowed a vow not to go on shore again if possible with the same noisy crowd again. We sat out on  deck until late talking and singing and drinking lemonade. My appetite is something enormous. The Dr. is the only one who can begin to keep up to it.

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