The Englishwoman in America by Isabella L. (Isabella Lucy) Bird
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volume which I experienced among the scenes and people of which it is too
imperfect a record. * * * * * Although bi-weekly steamers ply between England and the States, and many mercantile men cross the Atlantic twice annually on business, and think nothing of it, the voyage seems an important event when undertaken for the first time. Friends living in inland counties, and those who have been sea-sick in crossing the straits of Dover, exaggerate the dangers and discomforts of ocean travelling, and shake their heads knowingly about fogs and icebergs. Then there are a certain number of boxes to be packed, and a very uncertain number of things to fill them, while clothing has to be provided suitable to a tropical summer, and a winter within the arctic circle. But a variety of minor arrangements, and even an indefinite number of leave- takings, cannot be indefinitely prolonged; and at eight o'clock on a Saturday morning in 1854, I found myself with my friends on the landing- stage at Liverpool. Whatever sentimental feelings one might be inclined to indulge in on leaving the shores of England were usefully and instantaneously annihilated by the discomfort and crush in the _Satellite_ steam-tender, in which the passengers were conveyed, helplessly huddled together like a flock of sheep, to the _Canada_, an 1850-ton paddle-wheel steamer of the Cunard line, which was moored in the centre of the Mersey. An investigation into the state-rooms, and the recital of disappointed expectations consequent on the discovery of their very small dimensions, |
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