File:On blue water (1897) (14761119411).jpg

Identifier: onbluewater00deam (find matches)
Title: On blue water
Year: 1897 (1890s)
Authors: De Amicis, Edmondo, 1846-1908 Brown, Jacob B
Subjects:
Publisher: New York London : G.P. Putnam's Sons
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
But the sight to see was the the third-class people.The larger part of these emigrants, overcome withsea-sickness, lay huddled together,—some throw^nacross the benches like the dead or dying, wdth facesall dirty and liair all rumpled, amid a tangle ofragged wnaps. There weie families crowded in pite-ous gioups with the dazed and dejected look ofhouseless people ; the father sitting up asleep, themother with her head on his shoulder, the chil-dren slumbering on the deck with their heads ontheir parents knees,—mere heaps of rags with noth-inoj stickino^ out but a childs aim or a womans hair.Women, pale and dishevelled, were moving towardsthe companion-way, staggeiing and holding on. WhatFather Bartoli nobly calls ^ the pain and anger of thestomach appeared to have made that clearance,wished for by every good captain, of the bad fruit withwhich emigrants always cram themselves at Genoa,and of the feeds they are all sworn to take at the innwhenever they have any money. Even those who
Text Appearing After Image:
i6 Qn Blue Mater, had not been sick were haggard and cast down ;looking more like convicts than emigrants. It seemedthat the inactive and comfortless life on board shiphad already quelled in most of them the courage andthe hopes with which they had set out; and that inthe prostration of mind which follows the excitementof i^arting a fresh sense had arisen of all the doubts,the troubles, and the pangs of those last days athome, when they were selling their cows and theirlittle bit of laud, were having sharp discussions withthe landlord or the parish priest, or were saying theirlast sad farewells. But the worst was below in thegreat cabin, the hatchway of which was aft, near thepooj)-deck. For looking down one saw, in the half-light, bodies piled upon each other as in the shipsthat carry home the corpses of Chinese emigrants;and there came up, as fiom an underground hospital,a concert of wailing; and retchiuQ^ and couo^hinoj iit tomake one think of landing at Marseilles. The onlypleasan

Note About Images