Up stream; an American chronicle

Up stream; an American chronicle

by Ludwig Lewisohn
     
 

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CHAPTER n The American Scene The Suevia, scheduled to reach New York on the ninth day, did not arrive until the fifteenth. Not a fleck of sunshine all those days; a sky…  See more details below

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CHAPTER n The American Scene The Suevia, scheduled to reach New York on the ninth day, did not arrive until the fifteenth. Not a fleck of sunshine all those days; a sky almost black, a piping wind, a turbulent sea dashing vr in huge steel- gray waves with bottle-green under-curves and fierce, white, fang-like edges. A primaeval, chaotic, brutal sea. The great ship quivered and creaked and wheezed; the water slapped against the port-holes and ran down the round, dim panes; almost hourly the propeller was punched clear above sea-level and whirred with a naked, metallic grind. . . . My mother was hopelessly sea-sick the whole time; my father and I led a dim, nebulous existence, when possible on deck, when not, in the red-carpeted saloon. But the sea got hold of the innermost core of my mind; it became part of my life, and in inland places I have often caught myself tense with desire after its tang and roar. Our land-fall was still gray but quiet. Afar off lay a dim, hook-like shore. The voyage had liberated my father's mind from terror and madness. He was so strengthened and cheered that even my mother smiled. To come to land at all seemed, after our trementions experience, almost like coming home. But the pier at Hoboken was rough and wild, a place of hoarse cries and brute haste and infernal confusion. A kindly German-American fellow-passenger helped us; saw to it that our luggage was not unduly searched and put us in a rumbling hack on our way to an hotel. It was Meyer's Hotel, a comfortable,unpretentious place. We were worn out and rested well during our first night on American soil under the strange mosquito-bars. The place where my uncle lived and whither we were bound lay far away in the South Atlantic States. But my father and mother thought that we ought to rest...

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