[List of expenses during the trip]
May 10th Flores.
Being carried to Island .38
Child .25
Boy at Gardens .25
Fayal May 14th
Custom House .16
Boat .80
Basket .30
Donkey ride .38
Lace scarf .92
Photos 1.88
Washing
Bowl .16
Bowl .04
Pau[?] .3
Fez .36
Bandanna .50
Scarf for Auntie 1.
Tour rides 1.44
Hat 1.36
P[?] .36
Oranges .36
Washing
Fare to St Michael 8.50
Stamps .10
Ride .50
Terceira .50
Ride .25
Terceira cap .50
Crate of Oranges 2.50
Seven Cities 1.50
Tobacco Cases .48
Board 2.40
Boat .12
Potter 3 pieces .16
Wine 4.
Carriage .50
Boats at Terceira 2 .50
D[?] .50
Cake .90
Bet 1.25
Washing 1.68
View of Pico .40
Tintype 1.50
Towel 1.50
3 baskets .70
Pottery .09
Hamper 2.
Sofa 4.50
Cloth for [?] 1.25
6 baskets 1.44
[blank] .18
4 pieces Pottery 1.75
Fez .23
Board Bill at Fayal 21.97
[Total] 75.
Fare to Azores & Re[?] 110
[Total] $185.
[This is the last entry in the journal, other than some brief notes on the history of the islands]
Friday, July 17, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
At Sea!
At Sea!
From Boston to Flores. 10 days
From Flores to Fayal 14 days
From Fayal to Terceira – Str Luso 6 hours
Terceira to St Michaels – Str Luso 8 hours
St Michaels to Fayal 7 days
Fayal to Flores 4 days
Flores to Boston 28 days
[Total] 53 days.
Voyage from Boston to Fayal 14 days
Voyage from Fayal to Boston 32 days
From Boston to Flores. 10 days
From Flores to Fayal 14 days
From Fayal to Terceira – Str Luso 6 hours
Terceira to St Michaels – Str Luso 8 hours
St Michaels to Fayal 7 days
Fayal to Flores 4 days
Flores to Boston 28 days
[Total] 53 days.
Voyage from Boston to Fayal 14 days
Voyage from Fayal to Boston 32 days
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Friday, July 14th, 1882
Friday July 14th 75 miles from Boston. Bark Sarah.
Another fine day. Signaled reserve cutter this morning before breakfast and took flour aboard. The officer brought ten or twelve newspapers so we had quite a feast. Everybody was in great excitement. Have been ahead of the man of war all day going at snails pace. A fine three masted schooner passed very near in the afternoon, the prettiest vessel we have seen. Clouding up at sunset, prospect of wind. Portland lights visible in the evening. Out til late with Miss Smith.
Another fine day. Signaled reserve cutter this morning before breakfast and took flour aboard. The officer brought ten or twelve newspapers so we had quite a feast. Everybody was in great excitement. Have been ahead of the man of war all day going at snails pace. A fine three masted schooner passed very near in the afternoon, the prettiest vessel we have seen. Clouding up at sunset, prospect of wind. Portland lights visible in the evening. Out til late with Miss Smith.
Monday, July 13, 2015
Thursday, July 13th, 1882
Thursday July 13th Off Cape Ann. Barque Sarah.
A dense fog all the morning, clearing towards afternoon, 4 to 5 knots an hour. Plum duff. A coast steamer crossed our bow at dinner time Mr Adams packed my pottery in my hamper. The Captain saw 94 vessels on the horizon at sunset. Miss Smith, Mr Wallach & I sat out until 11.30 P.M. Monhegan Is light & another in sight. Stars out.
A dense fog all the morning, clearing towards afternoon, 4 to 5 knots an hour. Plum duff. A coast steamer crossed our bow at dinner time Mr Adams packed my pottery in my hamper. The Captain saw 94 vessels on the horizon at sunset. Miss Smith, Mr Wallach & I sat out until 11.30 P.M. Monhegan Is light & another in sight. Stars out.
Sunday, July 12, 2015
Wednesday, July 12th, 1882
Wednesday. July 12th Off Mt Desert Rock.
“A dre-em of a da-ay”. Last night was the “nastiest” we have had quote Mr Silva, a dense fog and any number of vessels about us. The fog horn going all night. We had a great joke on Mr Kent whom Mr Wallach found sleeping in his life preserver. Fog cleared about 4 a.m & left us becalmed. The warmest day we have had since leaving Flores. 37 fishing vessels on the horizon at breakfast time. We took 3 barrels flower & some mackerel from them. In the afternoon there was an excitement over a rumor that the steerage were going to raise a mutiny because they have been cut down on bread. It is all talk I suppose. Mr Adams has promised to make rig a miniature ship for me on his next voyage. In the evening, Miss Smith, Mrs R., Mr Townsend & Adams sat out until 10 o’c reminiscensing [sic] over our trip and singing, Miss S. & I are very blue at the prospect of leaving Sarah & getting home, Mr Adams was very grumpy also. He gave us our Stingaringes [sic] in [?].
“A dre-em of a da-ay”. Last night was the “nastiest” we have had quote Mr Silva, a dense fog and any number of vessels about us. The fog horn going all night. We had a great joke on Mr Kent whom Mr Wallach found sleeping in his life preserver. Fog cleared about 4 a.m & left us becalmed. The warmest day we have had since leaving Flores. 37 fishing vessels on the horizon at breakfast time. We took 3 barrels flower & some mackerel from them. In the afternoon there was an excitement over a rumor that the steerage were going to raise a mutiny because they have been cut down on bread. It is all talk I suppose. Mr Adams has promised to make rig a miniature ship for me on his next voyage. In the evening, Miss Smith, Mrs R., Mr Townsend & Adams sat out until 10 o’c reminiscensing [sic] over our trip and singing, Miss S. & I are very blue at the prospect of leaving Sarah & getting home, Mr Adams was very grumpy also. He gave us our Stingaringes [sic] in [?].
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Tuesday, July 11th, 1882
Tuesday. July 11th. Bay of Fundy Barque Sarah
Fog and cold and choppy seas. 4 to 5 knots and hour. The fishing vessels appearing on all sides from the fog, a very pretty sight. Whist tournament going on all day.
Fog and cold and choppy seas. 4 to 5 knots and hour. The fishing vessels appearing on all sides from the fog, a very pretty sight. Whist tournament going on all day.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Monday, July 10th, 1882
Monday. July 10th Barque Sarah.
Off Nova Scotia
“A dre-em of a da-ay”. Becalmed all the morning. A light breeze in the afternoon. Can see the Nova Scotia coast – passed a bark and several fishing vessels, from one we took 125 fresh cod. Can see the mackerel fleet in the distance – Beautiful sea and clouds – The Captain caught three cod & a huge cat fish. We are cut down on bread, cornbread & molasses. Mr Adams has finished his little bark and presented it to Miss Smith. The Dr. in search of the “elixir vitae”. Miss Smith found her Flores “mash”, Antoine Susa in the steerage today for the first time. Played Whist in the morning, sat on the Spanker boom with Mrs Lee, Miss Smith all the afternoon while Mrs Dr. read Jules Verne’s “The Tribulations of a Chinaman.” Played Whist in the evening. I am willing to sell my farm & go to sea after such a day. We have seen several beautiful mirages.
Off Nova Scotia
“A dre-em of a da-ay”. Becalmed all the morning. A light breeze in the afternoon. Can see the Nova Scotia coast – passed a bark and several fishing vessels, from one we took 125 fresh cod. Can see the mackerel fleet in the distance – Beautiful sea and clouds – The Captain caught three cod & a huge cat fish. We are cut down on bread, cornbread & molasses. Mr Adams has finished his little bark and presented it to Miss Smith. The Dr. in search of the “elixir vitae”. Miss Smith found her Flores “mash”, Antoine Susa in the steerage today for the first time. Played Whist in the morning, sat on the Spanker boom with Mrs Lee, Miss Smith all the afternoon while Mrs Dr. read Jules Verne’s “The Tribulations of a Chinaman.” Played Whist in the evening. I am willing to sell my farm & go to sea after such a day. We have seen several beautiful mirages.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Sunday, July 9th, 1882
Sunday. 9th July. Barque Sarah.
Contrary winds. Last Plum Duff. Hailed a fishing vessel and bought some salt cod which made a good supper.
Contrary winds. Last Plum Duff. Hailed a fishing vessel and bought some salt cod which made a good supper.
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Friday, July 7th, 1882
Friday 7th July. Barque Sarah
Becalmed all day – towards evening fog. Were nearly run down by a steamer going to Boston.
Becalmed all day – towards evening fog. Were nearly run down by a steamer going to Boston.
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Tuesday, July 4th, 1882
Tuesday – 4th July – 650 miles from Boston.
A fine day, cold & clear, making about 5 knots an hour, two points off our course. Passed steamer bound for Halifax from England early this morning. When we came on deck after breakfast found the deck decorated with flags – I celebrated by finishing work on my porpoise jaw and whale’s tooth and learning Fayal embroidery of Mrs Lemey[?]. We had plum duff and kidney stew for dinner and strawberry preserves & cake for tea with unlimited lemonade and stingaree [stingray] in the evening. The sunset was the most glorious I ever saw anywhere. The whole heavens were ablaze – even in the East there was a flush of rose-color with a double rainbow over it. The sea was a gen d’arme blue in the East and in the West darker with flashes of gold on the tops of the waves. Every body was wild – the men went to the main top to see a second sunset. At 9 P.M. we had rockets and blue light – Then Mr Lee & I made 9 points at Whist against Miss Smith & Mrs Lee. Mr Silva very ill with bronchitis. As I write 10.30 P.M. the wind is East and we are making 8 knots – everybody is in good spirits over it and don’t complain tonight even though the Bilge water is “a-bilging” at a tremendous rate. We have dubbed Mr Lee, “The Whist Fiend”. Mr Wallach & I left in the dining saloon – all the rest turned in.
[No journal entries for July 5th and 6th]
A fine day, cold & clear, making about 5 knots an hour, two points off our course. Passed steamer bound for Halifax from England early this morning. When we came on deck after breakfast found the deck decorated with flags – I celebrated by finishing work on my porpoise jaw and whale’s tooth and learning Fayal embroidery of Mrs Lemey[?]. We had plum duff and kidney stew for dinner and strawberry preserves & cake for tea with unlimited lemonade and stingaree [stingray] in the evening. The sunset was the most glorious I ever saw anywhere. The whole heavens were ablaze – even in the East there was a flush of rose-color with a double rainbow over it. The sea was a gen d’arme blue in the East and in the West darker with flashes of gold on the tops of the waves. Every body was wild – the men went to the main top to see a second sunset. At 9 P.M. we had rockets and blue light – Then Mr Lee & I made 9 points at Whist against Miss Smith & Mrs Lee. Mr Silva very ill with bronchitis. As I write 10.30 P.M. the wind is East and we are making 8 knots – everybody is in good spirits over it and don’t complain tonight even though the Bilge water is “a-bilging” at a tremendous rate. We have dubbed Mr Lee, “The Whist Fiend”. Mr Wallach & I left in the dining saloon – all the rest turned in.
[No journal entries for July 5th and 6th]
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Sunday, July 2nd, 1882
Sunday. July 2nd. 700 m. from Boston
A fiendish night, rolling from one side to another in our bunks and listening to the ship’s belongings banging about. I threw out my hot water bottle on to the floor about the middle of the night and there it careened with the tooth brush, mug and my bag. The door could not be kept shut. Miss Smith was dancing [?] [?] is every five minutes. There was a regular hurricane in Mr Wallach’s room and when a big lurch sent everything over I looked out and saw 3 [?] wine glasses hanging by the skin of their teeth to the frame over the dining table, some one picking up the debris from our bunks and state room floors. Grace called through the partition that she had not a wink of sleep. Mr Wallach went on deck at 2 a.m.
This morning very cold & fa[?] wind – a horrid smell.
[No journal entry for July 3rd]
A fiendish night, rolling from one side to another in our bunks and listening to the ship’s belongings banging about. I threw out my hot water bottle on to the floor about the middle of the night and there it careened with the tooth brush, mug and my bag. The door could not be kept shut. Miss Smith was dancing [?] [?] is every five minutes. There was a regular hurricane in Mr Wallach’s room and when a big lurch sent everything over I looked out and saw 3 [?] wine glasses hanging by the skin of their teeth to the frame over the dining table, some one picking up the debris from our bunks and state room floors. Grace called through the partition that she had not a wink of sleep. Mr Wallach went on deck at 2 a.m.
This morning very cold & fa[?] wind – a horrid smell.
[No journal entry for July 3rd]
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Saturday, July 1st, 1882
Saturday. July 1st At Sea.
Another rainy, foggy, rough day. The Captain says this would be a hurricane sea in the winter. Miss Smith & I lay in the tarpaulin covering to the boats and were covered with spray. In the afternoon a squall and the sea rougher as night came on. We have been losing all day. Cold as middle of winter.
Another rainy, foggy, rough day. The Captain says this would be a hurricane sea in the winter. Miss Smith & I lay in the tarpaulin covering to the boats and were covered with spray. In the afternoon a squall and the sea rougher as night came on. We have been losing all day. Cold as middle of winter.
Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Friday, June 30th, 1882
Friday. June 30th At Sea!
More icebergs!
Headwinds, dense fog and rain and cold. About the latitude of Halifax. While at dinner there was a fearful cry and rushing of the steerage passengers, then all the cabiners tore out after the Captain to the waist with the conviction that an iceberg was upon us. The scene was really distressing. Clara was yelling “help” and crying in the most wretched tone of voice. Mrs her mother was wringing her hands, Mrs Robertson was imploring her husband to take care of her, to which he responded with his usual grace, not to “make a fool of herself”. The young men rushed out and Mr Lee & Mr Townsend went to the wheel. The rest were pale and quiet. One of the steerage was shrieking “hard up” to the man at the wheel while Mr Adams tried to outshriek him in a contrary order. Mama, Grace & I sat still at the table, Mama eating corn and Grace holding my hand. All this was over in a second – and then we saw we had just escaped running in to a fishing vessel anchored in our course. We were going at a flying rate and were just taking a long breath from our alarm when we came on another and another until we had passed a fleet of French fishing vessels. It was very exciting to see them appear first on one hand and then the other out of the fog.
More icebergs!
Headwinds, dense fog and rain and cold. About the latitude of Halifax. While at dinner there was a fearful cry and rushing of the steerage passengers, then all the cabiners tore out after the Captain to the waist with the conviction that an iceberg was upon us. The scene was really distressing. Clara was yelling “help” and crying in the most wretched tone of voice. Mrs her mother was wringing her hands, Mrs Robertson was imploring her husband to take care of her, to which he responded with his usual grace, not to “make a fool of herself”. The young men rushed out and Mr Lee & Mr Townsend went to the wheel. The rest were pale and quiet. One of the steerage was shrieking “hard up” to the man at the wheel while Mr Adams tried to outshriek him in a contrary order. Mama, Grace & I sat still at the table, Mama eating corn and Grace holding my hand. All this was over in a second – and then we saw we had just escaped running in to a fishing vessel anchored in our course. We were going at a flying rate and were just taking a long breath from our alarm when we came on another and another until we had passed a fleet of French fishing vessels. It was very exciting to see them appear first on one hand and then the other out of the fog.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Thursday, June 29th, 1882
Thursday. June 29th At Sea!
80 miles from the Grand Banks. A favorable wind in the early morning – still foggy and cold. Icebergs on the horizon – Miss Smith & I were in bed too late to see them. A five months old child of the carpenter died last night and was buried at 4 P.M. The vessel was hove to, the flag set at half mast and the bell tolled during the reading of the burial service. The child was placed in a little wooden box – usually the dead are sewed up in canvas – to which a heavy weight was attached. The box was placed on a plank and the sailors stood about it. The father and mother just behind. All the steerage passengers crowded about with uncovered heads – and the Capt. near Mr Lee on one side. Then Mr Lee read the service and at the words “give the body to the deep” the plank was raised and the box went down to the sea. The service took place in the waist, to leeward of the main hatch.
In the evening we saw 16 sailing vessels, fishing on the horizon. The sun shone on the sails and they were a remarkably pretty sight. Whist in the evening and lemonade.
80 miles from the Grand Banks. A favorable wind in the early morning – still foggy and cold. Icebergs on the horizon – Miss Smith & I were in bed too late to see them. A five months old child of the carpenter died last night and was buried at 4 P.M. The vessel was hove to, the flag set at half mast and the bell tolled during the reading of the burial service. The child was placed in a little wooden box – usually the dead are sewed up in canvas – to which a heavy weight was attached. The box was placed on a plank and the sailors stood about it. The father and mother just behind. All the steerage passengers crowded about with uncovered heads – and the Capt. near Mr Lee on one side. Then Mr Lee read the service and at the words “give the body to the deep” the plank was raised and the box went down to the sea. The service took place in the waist, to leeward of the main hatch.
In the evening we saw 16 sailing vessels, fishing on the horizon. The sun shone on the sails and they were a remarkably pretty sight. Whist in the evening and lemonade.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Wednesday, June 28th, 1882
Wednesday June 28th At Sea!
Wind and rain and fog all night. At 12 o’c we passed a steamer (the Capt. insists it was an iceberg) at a distance of 100 ft. The fog horns blowing. Headwinds. We are off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland and saw a large fishing vessel this morning. Colder weather.
Wind and rain and fog all night. At 12 o’c we passed a steamer (the Capt. insists it was an iceberg) at a distance of 100 ft. The fog horns blowing. Headwinds. We are off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland and saw a large fishing vessel this morning. Colder weather.
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Tuesday, June 27th, 1882
Tuesday June 27th. Bark Sarah. At Sea.
More squalls and fog and heavy wind all day. We are going towards Newfoundland as fast as we can tear. The fog is very heavy and the weather has been growing colder steadily. Foghorn going.
More squalls and fog and heavy wind all day. We are going towards Newfoundland as fast as we can tear. The fog is very heavy and the weather has been growing colder steadily. Foghorn going.
Friday, June 26, 2015
Monday, June 26th, 1882
Bark Sarah – At Sea!
Monday June 26th.
A squall last evening and two in the night. Miss Smith & I were awake most of the time listening to the whistling of the wind through the rigging. The waves were very high and the sky full of lightening. All day it has blown and squalled. Miss Smith and I have spent the entire day under the tarpaulin which covers the boats on the top of the house. Mr Adams has brought the sails and rigging of his miniature ship for our inspection as his work progressed. Four canaries escaped from their cage and we laughed until we cried to see Mr Lee trying to catch them, tearing up and down the deck at the most absurd angles and putting out his hands only to grasp the air and fall back again.
Monday June 26th.
A squall last evening and two in the night. Miss Smith & I were awake most of the time listening to the whistling of the wind through the rigging. The waves were very high and the sky full of lightening. All day it has blown and squalled. Miss Smith and I have spent the entire day under the tarpaulin which covers the boats on the top of the house. Mr Adams has brought the sails and rigging of his miniature ship for our inspection as his work progressed. Four canaries escaped from their cage and we laughed until we cried to see Mr Lee trying to catch them, tearing up and down the deck at the most absurd angles and putting out his hands only to grasp the air and fall back again.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
June 25th, 1882
Sunny. Grace’s birthday, 21! A fresh breeze with little motion all the morning, freshening in the afternoon. Ever since Monday we have had a succession of calm days when we had drifted with the current 62 miles a day – until yesterday which was disgustingly rough, a headwind. I spent the day in my bunk, Miss Smith was “enthusiastically ill” and even Mama had qualms of conscience. Before that time the days were alike, Mrs Lee & I have fringed a dozen towels between us. I have offered to assist her on them and she has made me a present of one, proposing that I race the Fayal stitch on it with her and use the same when done for my bureau at home. I have finished Mill on the Floss and begun Chas. Auchester. Every I have learned one of Heine’s poems and every afternoon have read aloud Tristram Shandy to Miss Smith, and we have played Whist and every evening we have sat out until late – on Friday evening until 12 o’c, sitting on the spanker boom watching the sea and stars and moonlight. Mr Moses Bensaude has sung for us several evenings, from the Italian operas and we have had choruses from Townsend, Wallach, Kent. Mr Adams has appeared on deck again, rather subdued but obstinate still, - he has helped me to fringe my towels and to begin rigging a miniature ship. Miss Smith is making the [?] for it. We are both polishing our porpoise jaws. Mr Lee is decorating his sea chair. Mrs Robertson has been taking care of her husband who has had a spree[?] and been in bed for five or six days. Mr Townsend & Mr Lee have been with him at night. The former is Dr. for the steerage and cures all their diseases instantaneously with bread, pills and lemonade gargles. The Jewesses have flourished [?] a l’ordinaire. I have discovered my Flores friend among the steerage passengers. Grace has been in bed three days, Mama is knitting and apparently happy. Mr Kent is reading a mysterious book which he said was “Caesar’s Virgil” in his embarrassment, when I came upon him suddenly and asked what he was reading. Everybody jokes about it. He gives a great deal of gratuitous information about the course of the ship, and the prospect of good winds, etc. Mr Wallach has been snubbed on his whistling and works off his superfluous energy over Sting[?] and climbing to the top gallant mast. The Capt. has ordered a bucket with 6 fathoms rope for me to fish for nautilus and seaweed here in the Gulf Stream. For the past three days we have seen any number of nautilus, seaweed, and jelly fish and six large whales in one day. Jumbo[?] has given orders that we shall have no more “lemonade as a beverage” as he cannot afford to give us water or sugar. Now that he has distinctly told us what we must not have “Dirty Louis” has been promoted to “Lemonade Louis or the Pride of the Pantry” and puts a glass in every one’s room at 9 o’c each night. We have to be very mysterious about it as the Jewesses are prime observers and bear witness against us.
A good joke on the Dr. One of the “beach combers” fell from the rigging and broke his arm. The Dr. put it in splinters and fainted during the operation from exhaustion. Two days after the “beach comber” was [?] the waist. We have about 300 steerage passengers and all day long there is singing and dancing and yelling from them. They lie in the waist. We have all made bets to when we shall get to Boston. I am betting on the 10th or before.
A wind – sail as seen by moonlight 11.30 P.M. Friday, the 23rd from the Spanker boom. Mrs Lee, Miss Smith, Mr Adams, Mr Wallach & I -
The fastidious Grace while ill in bed spent her time washing her waits, straps, etc. and consented to my surprise to take beef tea for breakfast, as I afterwards discovered that she might dry her straps around the cup. Miss Smith & I have had beef tea breakfasts in our bunk at 10 o’c every day.
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