talmage : ocean waves, 1896
Hut there j^oes
the whistle of tlir
".\lameda." It has to .sound three
times, and then oiT for Xew Zealar.d.
We wait for the second wdiistle and
then start. Over the rolliu}.; billows
to the ladder of the steamer, and up
to our old ]ilace on the .!;(>od shij), to
which we ai^ain tnrst our live^.
What a mystery it must be to all the
innumerable creatures of the deep.
We di.scuss some fl> ini^; fish, or .see
once in a voya.<;e a spoutiu,y^ whale,
but we never realize that we are be-
in.^- discussed l)y the inhabitants df
an element fdlcd with so much lite
that our captain says when a whale
is w(Minded by its captors, it recpiires
two men to keep off the sharks
while the captive is bein.-^- dniwn in.
What, suppose you, the inhabitants
of Oceana think of this shi]) floatin-
above them, of the bow ])lowin-j;
thronj^h, of the screw .stirriui; t'.;e
wave, of the passenj^ers bendinfi; o\ i r
the railiii'j;? I*. very moment, as \w
pass on bv dav and ni-lit, there arc thousands of ichthyolooical iiupiiries of " What'^
tliat^" What do the sca;^nills flvin<^ luindreds of miles from .shore think of us? What .:o
the sharks think ? What" do the wliales think ? What does the octopus think ? We ,iic
as jrrcat mvsteries to them as they are to us. And now we come back to study that wliuli
, across the Atlantic,
and is now .is
has been to me
one of the ^rcat
first voyage over
the Pacific, and will, I suppose, be to me as great a
ilR. last jmsh of the slfauKT altiT I
ilu' arclntvctmv and adoriiiiitiit of an ocvan
liavf lutnid .\(\v Vol k harbor. I nivan
, ,,rv,. ,.,i, ,. ^^'''^'*-'' ^^ ''''^ iiiatii(.iiiatir> o.iild contrive its
iin\i', oi what (.?oinpaNS (.xi'cntL' I '' Its ..i-.,-,.r,,i,, . "i"\<. u»
and inin.Jk'd and tnldid and j.nt
al US tlnvads woven ],v tl.v linger of (lod, an. ,... ,,, , ,,,
';:!: ::? ±':r
::' ^r^'- '''?-'. ^"^' ^"l- "? ^^- --.., as it n.akvs ..p its nnnd ,
I ^.. ...e. ....
ot^.r, and-:.:;';;:. ;,:t::;ne ;;;;:: ;;:,H::::::':rr;::;-:;;:::n;;:':
tlu' rise, the
rnsh the arch, the fall, the voice, the splendor, the convolution the niincle
W.V,., ,l,e ,,iced wave, iho .vc js. ,,,, r ,1,. »avc. j;",lvi,!... " ' '"'"'"'
>ave IS ever chan<n
with a flash, or tli
e ni<4lit sinks
nito it a silver and
lorage of star,
The Earth Girdled : The World as Seen To-day.
W. Briggs, Toronto, 1896.