Pomona's Travels eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 217 pages of information about Pomona's Travels.

Pomona's Travels eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 217 pages of information about Pomona's Travels.

You know, madam, that when we was here before, we was in France, and a happy woman was I to be there, although so much younger than now I couldn’t properly enjoy it; but even then France was only part of the road to Italy, which, alas, we never got to.  Some day, however, I shall float in a gondola and walk amid the ruins of ancient Rome, and if Jone is too sick of travel to go with me, it may be necessary for Corinne to see the world, and I shall take her.

Now I must finish this letter and bid good-by to beautiful Britain, which has made us happy and treated us well in spite of some comparisons in which we was expected to be on the wrong side, but which hurt nobody, and which I don’t want even to think of at such a moment as this.

Letter Number Twenty-seven

NEW YORK

I send you this, madam, to let you know that we arrived here safely yesterday afternoon, and that we are going to-day to Jone’s mother’s farm where Corinne is.

I liked sailing from Southampton because when I start to go to a place I like to go, and when we went home before and had to begin by going all the way up to Liverpool by land, and then coming all the way back again by water, and after a couple of days of this to stop at Queenstown and begin the real voyage from there, I did not like it, although it was a good deal of fun seeing the bumboat women come aboard at Queenstown and telescope themselves into each other as they hurried up the ladder to get on deck and sell us things.

We had a very good voyage, with about enough rolling to make the dining saloon look like some of the churches we’ve seen abroad on weekdays where there was services regular, but mighty small congregations.

When we got in sight of my native shore, England, Scotland, and even the longed-for Italy, with her palaces and gondolas, faded from my mind, and my every fibre tingled with pride and patriotism.  We reached our dock about six o’clock in the afternoon, and I could scarcely stand still, so anxious was I to get ashore.  There was a train at eight which reached Rockbridge at half-past nine, and there we could take a carriage and drive to the farm in less than an hour, and then Corinne would be in my arms, so you may imagine my state of mind—­Corinne before bedtime!  But a cloud blacker than the heaviest fog came down upon me, for while we was standing on the deck, expecting every minute to land, a man came along and shouted at the top of his voice that no baggage could be examined by the custom-house officers after six o’clock, and the passengers could take nothing ashore with them but their hand-bags, and must come back in the morning and have their baggage examined.  When I heard this my soul simply boiled within me!  I looked at Jone, and I could see he was boiling just as bad.

“Jone,” said I, “don’t say a word to me.”

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