In a Steamer Chair | Page 2

to them, and the vessel was beyond Sandy Hook before he
changed his position. It is doubtful if he would have changed it then,
had not a steward touched him on the elbow, and said--
"Any letters, sir?"
"Any what?" cried Morris, suddenly waking up from his reverie.
"Any letters, sir, to go ashore with the pilot?"
"Oh, letters. No, no, I haven't any. You have a regular post-office on
board, have you? Mail leaves every day?"

"No, sir," replied the steward with a smile, "not every day, sir. We send
letters ashore for passengers when the pilot leaves the ship. The next
mail, sir, will leave at Queenstown."
The steward seemed uncertain as to whether the passenger was trying
to joke with him or was really ignorant of the ways of steamships.
However, his tone was very deferential and explanatory, not knowing
but that this particular passenger might come to his lot at the table, and
stewards take very good care to offend nobody. Future fees must not be
jeopardized.
Being aroused, Mr. Morris now took a look around him. It seemed
wonderful how soon order had been restored from the chaos of the
starting. The trunks had disappeared down the hold; the portmanteaux
were nowhere to be seen. Most of the passengers apparently were in
their state-rooms exploring their new quarters, getting out their wraps,
Tam-o-Shanters, fore-and-aft caps, steamer chairs, rugs, and copies of
paper-covered novels. The deck was almost deserted, yet here and there
a steamer chair had already been placed, and one or two were occupied.
The voyage had commenced. The engine had settled down to its regular
low thud, thud; the vessel's head rose gracefully with the long swell of
the ocean, and, to make everything complete, several passengers
already felt that inward qualm--the accompaniment of so many ocean
voyages.
George Morris yawned, and seemed the very picture of ennui. He put
his hands deeply into his coat pockets, and sauntered across the deck.
Then he took a stroll up the one side and down the other. As he lounged
along it was very evident that he was tired of the voyage, even before it
began. Judging from his listless manner nothing on earth could arouse
the interest of the young man. The gong sounded faintly in the inner
depths of the ship somewhere announcing dinner. Then, as the steward
appeared up the companion way, the sonorous whang, whang became
louder, and the hatless official, with the gong in hand, beat that
instrument several final strokes, after which he disappeared into the
regions below.
"I may as well go down," said Morris to himself, "and see where they

have placed me at table. But I haven't much interest in dinner."
As he walked to the companion-way an elderly gentleman and a young
lady appeared at the opposite door, ready to descend the stairs. Neither
of them saw the young man. But if they had, one of them at least would
have doubted the young man's sanity. He stared at the couple for a
moment with a look of grotesque horror on his face that was absolutely
comical. Then he turned, and ran the length of the deck, with a speed
unconscious of all obstacles.
"Say," he cried to the captain, "I want to go ashore. I must go ashore. I
want to go ashore with the pilot."
The captain smiled, and said, "I shall be very happy to put you ashore,
sir, but it will have to be at Queenstown. The pilot has gone."
"Why, it was only a moment ago that the steward asked me if I had any
letters to post. Surely he cannot have gone yet?"
"It is longer than that, I am afraid," said the captain. "The pilot left the
ship half an hour ago."
"Is there no way I can get ashore? I don't mind what I pay for it."
"Unless we break a shaft and have to turn back there is no way that I
know of. I am afraid you will have to make the best of it until we reach
Queenstown."
"Can't you signal a boat and let me get off on her?"
"Well, I suppose we could. It is a very unusual thing to do. But that
would delay us for some time, and unless the business is of the utmost
necessity, I would not feel justified in delaying the steamer, or in other
words delaying several hundred passengers for the convenience of one.
If you tell me what the trouble is I shall tell you at once whether I can
promise to signal a boat if I get the opportunity of doing so."
Morris thought for a moment. It would sound very absurd to the captain

for him to say that there was a passenger on the ship