Author: Auguste Schlüter

Publisher: Theclassics.Us

Published: 2013-09

Total Pages: 20

ISBN-13: 9781230432793

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 edition. Excerpt: ... DOWNING STREET Copied From My Voyage Account. September 9 (Sunday). 10.30 a.m. I have slept well until this morning, then the noise of the ship woke me up. I dressed at 7.30, enjoyed a hearty breakfast, greeted my ladies, and then came on deck. We are just passing the Ailsa Crag, a very large mountain in the sea. 4 p.m. Just woke up, have slept sound after a horrid little turn of feeling unwell; I did manage to get through our dear service this morning, and turned very poorly until two o'clock, when the kind stewardess and Miss Fisher placed me in a chair on deck; now the four o'clock bell wakes me up, and I see we are at the Isle of Islay, in the Sound of Jura, where we are going to cast anchor. This island looks very bleak; the only place on it is a large whisky distillery, and the owner a Mr. Bullough. So here is a sweet rest again until four to-morrow morning, and I can now enjoy my tea and spend the evening in reading and writing. My ladies are angels; they get Mrs. Macphearson (the stewardess) to help them and to look after me. September 10 (Monday). 12 a.m. We are passing the Mull Islands, and before us lays Dunolly Castle (Lord Bradford). On awaking this morning the ship rolled much, I dared not venture down from my cosy bed, but the stewardess insisted on it, so I dressed with great difficulty and rather tumbled into the saloon, and after an attempt at food I was obliged to lie down again--so wretched, for Miss Fisher keeps quite well. I was able to mount on deck by 10 a.m.; found it wet, but stayed and made acquaintance with the doctor and one of our engineers, Mr. R., from Barrow, very nice. And now the sun is shining, and we are steadily steaming into the outer Bay of Oban. Letters came (but none for me), and the yacht of Sir...