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Rambling Notes of an Idle Excursion 303
gathered the idea, vaguely, that it was a jug, but was persistently thwarted in the twenty-two efforts I made to visit it. However, it was no matter, for I found out afterwards that it was only a chair.
There are several "sights" in the Bermudas, of course, but they are easily avoided. This is a great advantage — one cannot have it in Europe. Bermuda is the right country for a jaded man to "loaf' in. There are no harassments; the deep peace and quiet of the country sink into one's body and bones and give his conscience a rest, and chloroform the legion of invisible small devils that are always trying to whitewash his hair. A good many Americans go there about the first of March and remain until the early spring weeks have finished their villainies at home.
The Bermudians are hoping soon to have telegraphic communication with the world. But even after they shall have acquired this curse it will still be a good country to go to for a vacation, for there are charming little islets scattered about the enclosed sea where one could live secure from interruption. The telegraph boy would have to come in a boat, and one could easily kill him while he was making his landing.
We had spent four days in Bermuda — three bright ones out of doors and one rainy one in the house, we being disappointed about getting a yacht for a sail; and now our furlough was ended, and we entered into the ship again and sailed homeward.
We made the run home to New York quarantine in
three days and five hours, and could have gone right
along up to the city if we had had a health permit.
But health permits are not granted after seven in the
evening, partly because a ship cannot be inspected
and overhauled with exhaustive thoroughness except in
daylight, and partly because health officers are liable
to catch cold if they expose themselves to the night 20 |
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