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.
Friday, July 10, 2015
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.
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