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		I left Paddington by the Canadian Northern Special for 
		Bristol, on an afternoon towards the end of July, 1911. There was, of 
		course, the usual bustle and confusion pertaining to these specials; 
		heavy vans of postal bags, and piles of luggage, threatening to fall 
		upon and overwhelm the scurrying crowd of passenger, who, like myself, 
		were no doubt looking forward with pleasure to being on the water, met 
		ting the cool sea breeze, and leaving the great heat of 94" in the shade 
		behind in London On arrival at Avonmouth we at once went on board; there 
		were over eleven hundred passengers all told. The dock strike had not 
		yet been settled, and several of the firemen were clamouring to get 
		ashore again; but as they had “signed on," their desertion would have 
		been a criminal offence, and the police kept them from going with their 
		kitbags down the gangway. They looked very determined, and one or two 
		seemed rather as it they had been coerced into leaving, but they were 
		all kept on board except three, who left by the pilot boat later in the 
		evening. 
		At last, the mails were all aboard, the last farewells 
		waved from friends on shore, and we cast off, steaming very slowly out 
		of dock. 
		All was bustle for awhile, every one getting his bearings 
		about the ship. The hand baggage, as well as the heavier luggage, had 
		been carefully labelled with different coloured labels for first, 
		second, and third class, number of cabin, number of berth, and a special 
		label bearing a large initial of the surname of the passenger, so that 
		all one's belongings for cabin use were conveyed by stewards on the boat 
		to their proper place without confusion or delay. 
		Fortunately I had been given a berth in a first-class 
		state-room which was a deck higher up than the second, and where it was 
		not so intolerably hot as on the lower deck. 
		After a good dinner, I at once betook myself on deck to 
		get a little accustomed to my surroundings, and to see the last, for 
		awhile, of old England. It was so hot that I remained on deck until 
		night came, and we could only distinguish the towns by their lights, 
		and. when we had passed Ilfracombe, I turned in. 
		The state-room and the passages leading to it were very 
		hot, my room being an inside one. I will here describe, as well as I 
		can, the arrangements and positions of the cabins. They reminded me 
		somewhat of the formation of the bookcases in the Bodleian Library at 
		Oxford, which are built in blocks, dissected by seemingly interminable 
		narrow passages. In something the same way were the cabins arranged. 
		Imagine long narrow passages lengthways through the 
		vessel, the inner sides being used principally for the staff; the outer 
		side, consisting of blocks of four cabins, forming a square with a short 
		passage between each block; thus two of each block of four must 
		necessarily be inside cabins without a porthole; for example: 
		 
		so that the inside cabins have practically no air, and 
		only artificial light. We had two fixed lights and one movable one, to 
		the latter of which could be attached a fan. The cabins are most 
		luxuriously fitted, and were, I should judge, about seven feet by eight, 
		each cabin accommodating three passengers, two berths being on one side 
		and a couch on the other. A wardrobe (hanging), with a oval-glass door, 
		and a deep drawer at the bottom, was placed at the, foot of the berths, 
		and a second one at the foot of the couch, and opposite the entrance to 
		the cabin was a mock chest of drawers, which, when pulled out or let 
		down, contained every possible toilet requisite. The bunks were made 
		with wire springs under the hair mattresses, and were fitted with sweet 
		little cream curtains with a quaint design in pale green and pink, to 
		draw along your bunk at wall Towels were never left to be used a second 
		time and the cabins were kept delightfully fresh and clean; the walls 
		were enamelled white, and the furniture, I think, was of mahogany with 
		silver plated mountings. 
		The boat having its full complement of passengers, we 
		were three in the cabin, the sofa having to be used for a berth, but by 
		arranging amongst ourselves that we would not all dress at the same 
		time, we managed very comfortably, and it will be a very long time 
		before I forget the delightful times we had in that cabin. 
		My two companions were a merry couple, one, who was, I 
		should think, nearing middle age, was going out to Peterborough to be 
		married; the second was a young schoolmistress, a very bright and 
		refined girl of about twenty-two, going out on the advice of, and with, 
		some friends she had accidentally met at home; that she should be going 
		at all seemed rather pathetic, as she was the only child of a widowed 
		mother for whom my heart sometimes ached when thoughts of her, without 
		her girl, left by herself in the homeland, crossed my mind. 
		In spite of everything being new and strange I slept 
		fairly well; though the ship was ploughing through the water at a great 
		rate, the movement was scarcely perceptible, and, on waking up I had to 
		wait, breathless for a second or two, to be sure that we were moving at 
		all. 
		In the morning I was more surprised than I can say, to 
		find that I had the dreaded mal de tier, as also had my two companions, 
		and we were altogether a sad trio. We could not account for this 
		sickness in any way; I have been many short, rough sea passages—across 
		the North Sea to Norway, round the coast of Scotland from Leith to 
		Liverpool, from London to Edinburgh, across the Bay of Biscay, and have 
		had many stormy journeys across the Irish to and English Channels, but 
		have never even felt ill, whilst here, with the sea like the proverbial 
		mill pond, we were, all three, too ill to dress. Later in the day two of 
		us crawled up on deck, but I could not take any kind of food, nor even a 
		sip of tea or water, for forty-eight hours. 
		How I bemoaned the utter loss of two whole days’ 
		enjoyment of my ocean journey! I did not like this enforced rest—it was 
		not at all the kind of rest that I sought. The attendance in our cabin 
		was everything we could desire; the stewardess and the bedroom steward 
		vied with each other in their kind ministrations; the latter was quite a 
		humorist, threatening all kinds of penalties if we did not rise, and yet 
		kindness itself in getting and doing everything possible for our 
		comfort. We named him the “fairy” as he was always popping in and out, 
		to have a look round and see if we were quite comfortable or needed 
		anything. The stewardess was a certificated nurse and cheerful under all 
		conditions. We were always the brighter for her visits, even whilst we 
		were ill. By the third morning we were quite ourselves again, and began 
		thoroughly to enjoy our very excellent meals, usually with the keenest 
		appetites, waiting for the gong to sound to get to our places in good 
		time for the first course. 
		It was the clear bracing air which made us so hungry, not 
		lack of food. Tea or coffee were brought to our cabin as early as we 
		cared to ring for it, an ample breakfast was served at eight o’clock, 
		delicious beef tea brought on deck at eleven o’clock, luncheon at 
		twelve-thirty, tea at four o’clock, dinner at six-thirty, supper at nine 
		p m., and anything within reason that one might ask tor between meals, 
		without extra charge. How liberally we fared may be seen from the copy 
		of the menu of our first lunch and dinner on board, which I give below. 
		LUNCH. 
		Lamb’s Head Broth.Fried Haddock, Italian Sauce
 Singapore Curry and Rice.
 Boiled Leg of Mutton and Caper Sauce. Rice Espagnoli
 Mashed and Plain Potatoes,
 
		COLD. 
		Soused Salmon.Roast Ribs of Beef
 Canadian Ham.
 Galantine of Veal
 Corned Brisket of Beef.
 Forequarter of Lamb and Mint Sauce. Salad.
 
		Stewed Peaches and CustardEccles Cakes.
 Cheese
 Fruit
 Tea—Coffee.
 
		DINNER. 
		Consommd Julienne.Halibut. Syrienne Sauce.
 Epigrammes of Mutton, Jardiniere
 Compote of Pigeons
 Roast Chicken, Bread Sauce.
 Roast Ribs of Beef and Yorkshire Pudding.
 Turnips—Broad Beans—Roast and Plain Potatoes. Salad.
 
		Turkish Pudding. Swiss Roll. French Ice Cream and Wafers 
		Desert—Cheese-—Coffee. 
		All this served beautifully and delicately, quickly and 
		hot. A bugle is sounded for first class saloon meals, a gong for second 
		class, and a bell for third class. The meals are informal, and you need 
		not sit through a long wearisome meal; everything is ready, and you may 
		order what you please from the menu, instead of waiting its service in 
		rum, as at a table d’hote meal. |