Frank Davis & Harry
Gould were up last night to say that Helen wasn't coming. It was a
brilliantly beautiful morning, and day in fact. We started out on the
"North King" at 8:30, sitting in the stern and watching river,
bridge, yachts & houses, harbor, lights houses and shore gradually
disappear, and the coast grow mistier and fainter a mass - a bank -
a fog - a cloud - nothing - and then appear in the same way, but in
the opposite direction. Meanwhile, we explored the boat, bought our
tickets, "jollied" the purser, discussed the "roughness", (Edith
insisted it was rough and the swells were
"awful") and finally, when we were in the bow about 9:30 I told her I must
have some lunch, but I'd wait till 10:15, which I did - and by that
time she was too sick to witness the feat. I
took my box to the hurricane deck and sat in the shade of the
smokestack and thoroughly enjoyed a cold lunch (that I should live
to tell it!) Then I went down & found Edithand hauled her upstairs, tho' she insisted she
couldn't move. Forthwith she began to revive & feel better, and
after she'd sat awhile with her head on my shoulder looking out on
the lovely blue sea lake & watching the
gulls, she sat up & demanded Lunch!
1896.
Frank Davis & Harry
Gould were up last night to say that Helen wasn't coming. It was a
brilliantly beautiful morning, and day in fact. We started out on the
"North King" at 8:30, sitting in the stern and watching river,
bridge, yachts & houses, harbor, lights houses and shore gradually
disappear, and the coast grow mistier and fainter a mass - a bank -
a fog - a cloud - nothing - and then appear in the same way, but in
the opposite direction. Meanwhile, we explored the boat, bought our
tickets, "jollied" the purser, discussed the "roughness", (Edith
insisted it was rough and the swells were
"awful") and finally, when we were in the bow about 9:30 I told her I must
have some lunch, but I'd wait till 10:15, which I did - and by that
time she was too sick to witness the feat. I
took my box to the hurricane deck and sat in the shade of the
smokestack and thoroughly enjoyed a cold lunch (that I should live
to tell it!) Then I went down & found Edithand hauled her upstairs, tho' she insisted she
couldn't move. Forthwith she began to revive & feel better, and
after she'd sat awhile with her head on my shoulder looking out on
the lovely blue sea lake & watching the
gulls, she sat up & demanded Lunch!
1896.
Frank Davis & Harry
Gould were up last night to say that Helen wasn't coming. It was a
brilliantly beautiful morning, and day in fact. We started out on the
"North King" at 8:30, sitting in the stern and watching river,
bridge, yachts & houses, harbor, lights houses and shore gradually
disappear, and the coast grow mistier and fainter a mass - a bank -
a fog - a cloud - nothing - and then appear in the same way, but in
the opposite direction. Meanwhile, we explored the boat, bought our
tickets, "jollied" the purser, discussed the "roughness", (Edith
insisted it was rough and the swells were
"awful") and finally, when we were in the bow about 9:30 I told her I must
have some lunch, but I'd wait till 10:15, which I did - and by that
time she was too sick to witness the feat. I
took my box to the hurricane deck and sat in the shade of the
smokestack and thoroughly enjoyed a cold lunch (that I should live
to tell it!) Then I went down & found Edithand hauled her upstairs, tho' she insisted she
couldn't move. Forthwith she began to revive & feel better, and
after she'd sat awhile with her head on my shoulder looking out on
the lovely blue sea lake & watching the
gulls, she sat up & demanded Lunch!
