An American Hobo in Europe

The odor was not of stale onions, a rotting steer or anything like that, but an indefinable one. I never smelt anything like it before and it conquered me at once. It caught me right

e. It must have been the smell and nothing else. I stood on a step holding to the side rope to steady myse

is below, and you'll have to go down to it

I got very sick. I felt like giving up the enterprise right then and there but as my

hesitated to make the plunge but finally I mustered courage and made the attempt once more. I went down very slowly, holding my hand over my nose and mouth. I

were dancing on eggs, and in his hands he carried a long, black tin pan

ttom and saw me sitting there and the muss I had made he became very ind

n deck if you want

for luck, but I was too weak to speak, even. I fired away agai

ho was a Scotchman with a broad accent, and he gave me a berth. He noticed that

y up the stairway again as quickly a

, but it seemed to me as if my stomach were all gone

over the forecastle and gave orders to heave the hawsers off. The captain, who st

ultitudes on shore and on deck. Some blubbered, but ne'er a

as turned down the Hudson toward the Battery, and

ore, and on the other, the Jersey. Panoramas of houses and docks on either

Fort Wordsworth, Bath Beach, Staten Island and Coney Island. Quickly enough we were abreast of Sandy Hook, which w

vived me a little and now I felt that I could eat something. None of the passengers had eaten anything since they came on board, and probably they, too,

bread, butter and coffee. No one need have gone hungry. All the other meals were satisfactory, though an

against the masts and everything looked lovely for a first-class storm. I got scared. I hated to die so young, but what's the odds? The waves were high as mountains and to me seemed about as mean looking as anything I ever saw. They were white on top and made straight for us. We could not run away from them. I was on deck waitin

ting this. If you catch me on the sea agai

o do on board except to eat, sleep and wait. I got pretty badly drenched during the storm. A huge comber made a leap for me and broke right over me, spilling a few tons of water on top of me. It was a

enly away over. You hold on wondering whether the ship is going to right herself or not. If she does, you're in luck, and if she don't it's good-bye Lisa Jane. How many ships do tip over? Several thousand of them every year. Luckily, the Furnessia wasn't one of the unlucky ones this

to a doughnut they didn't feel half as good as I felt when I saw land again. I was more than pining to see it. Ten days of sloppiness was a whole lot for me. If there is any fun wandering around with one's clothing sticking to one's

ad, though, and I

Irish passengers aboard, and there were plenty of them, became frantic with joy. Ireland surely is a beautiful country. Rocky headlands we saw, capes, bays, towering mountains in the background, green trees and farms. An air of romance seemed to hang over the place and the blue skies of the spring above looked down on it kindly. We steered straight in for the shor

n the masts of our ship, and they were scarred, seamed and causewa

This bay was shallow close in to the shore, so we anchored far out. On the shore was the town of Moville, where the Irish passengers were to disembark for points in Ireland. A little tender came steaming up and when she was loaded with b

along the east coast of Ireland were no

g. Words are entirely inadequate to give one a proper idea of it. To be ap

Highlands of Scotland and many a

er cabbies stood about, touching their hats respectfully, but saying never a word. They were seeking "fares," and giving us the tip noiselessly. Newsboys were there, too, yelling in strange accents, "Morning Nip!" "Daily Bladder," etc., and some of them when they got on to my presence and saw that I was a greenhorn, made lo

re my baggage was and when I told him I hadn't any, he jerked his head upward and backward, giving me a quiet hint to skip. I waited a few moments and then followed some of the other pas

; no blind baggage, no brake-beams, no nothing. Where was a fellow to ride when he was beating his way? One couldn't beat it in any shape, form or manner. To say that I was disappointed won't express my feelings. I was totally discouraged. I felt like going back home again on the return trip of the Furnessia but I didn't have the price

we clattered through tunnels, past fields and meadows, villages and towns. The scenery looked mighty foreign-looking to me and I was uneasy. I sure felt that I wasn't at home. On our right hand side as we sped up to Glasgow were the fields and meadows I just spoke of, and on the other side was a bare prairie through which wound the river Clyde. Along the banks of the Clyde were shipyards which are famous the world over. I believe these shipyards are so famous because ships can be built cheaper and better there than anywhere else. To be a Clyde-built ship is usually a recommendation. The scen

station was a very large and fine one, almost as much so as the Grand Central Station in New York. To judge fr