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And thence, with one half of the Perrier-Jouet I would accept no more we voyaged in a hack to the Norah Creina. "What a dear little ship!" cried Mamie, as our miniature craft was pointed out to her. And then, on second thought, she turned to the best man. "And how brave you must be, Mr. Dodd," she cried, "to go in that tiny thing so far upon the ocean!"
There was no other ship in view when the Norah Creina, lying over under all plain sail, began her long and lonely voyage to the wreck. I love to recall the glad monotony of a Pacific voyage, when the trades are not stinted, and the ship, day after day, goes free. I love to recall, and would that I could reproduce that life, the unforgettable, the unrememberable.
The frightened leaps of the poor Norah Creina, spanking like a stag for bare existence, bruised me between the table and the berths.
Nearer hand I saw the sister islet, the wreck, the Norah Creina, and the Norah's boat already moving shoreward. For the sun was now low, flaming on the sea's verge; and the galley chimney smoked on board the schooner. It thus befell that though my discovery was both affecting and suggestive, I had no leisure to examine further. What I saw was the blackened embers of fire of wreck.
Hard following upon this, the supper passed off at Frank's with somewhat tremulous gaiety; and thence, with one-half of the Perrier-Jouet I would accept no more we voyaged in a hack to the Norah Creina. "What a dear little ship!" cried Mamie, as our miniature craft was pointed out to her; and then, on second thought, she turned to the best man. "And how brave you must be, Mr.
I lost no time in answering the billet, electing for the earliest occasion; and at the appointed hour, a somewhat blackguard-looking boat's crew from the Norah Creina conveyed me under the guns of the Tempest.
He grinned over some amusing memory. "...Old lady Barnes weeping over 'Nora Creina," he added. "Ann, I didn't tell you that Dad and I met Herr Muller at the gate this morning," said Rosemary, "shedding tears over the thought of some of the Franz songs, and blowing his nose on his blue handkerchief!" "And you certainly did look stunning, mamma," contributed Ted.
For that was indeed a day of many and incongruous occupations. Breakfast was scarce swallowed before Jim must run to the City Hall and Frank's about the cares of marriage, and I hurry to John Smith's upon the account of stores, and thence, on a visit of certification, to the Norah Creina. Methought she looked smaller than ever, sundry great ships overspiring her from close without.
There was no other ship in view when the Norah Creina, lying over under all plain sail, began her long and lonely voyage to the wreck. I love to recall the glad monotony of a Pacific voyage, when the trades are not stinted, and the ship, day after day, goes free. I love to recall, and would that I could reproduce that life, the unforgettable, the unrememberable.
The Flying Scud would have seemed small enough beside the wharves of San Francisco, but she was some thrice the size of the Norah Creina, which had been so long our continent; and as we craned up at her wall-sides, she impressed us with a mountain magnitude.
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