The following is a transcript of
the original paper, due to the quality of the original we had to reproduce it
this way for ease of reading.
Christmas in the Indian Ocean
Christmas is with
us once more. Hoary kind old Christmas, the Sabbe of the year. In all minds
there are fond associations with this festive season on our island home by many
a cheerful fireside while the yule log burns brightly on the hearth we are
thoughts of Christmas is there.
Families are reunited,
hearts estranged by worldly tasks and cares through the live long year now warm
towards each other. Friends sundered by travel and divers interest meet now to
share their joys and learn to forget their sorrows.
Soilworn artisans gather their families about them, and are made happy, they
have struggled long and hardly through the Year sunrise has found them at their
toil and midnight has surprised them fagging at the work bench.
Still they have looked onward with pleasurable anticipation
to the joys of Christmas like the storm tossed sailor to the beacon that speaks
of safety and the wished for period has arrived.
loved and loving are assembled fond faces that have gladdened their energetic
souls in trial and adversity now share their mirth aroung the festive
Old age enjoys the hour with peaceful smiles.
Youth mingles in the sport with boisterous merriment.
Sorrow is banished save when thoughts are turned to the
absent. Then all hearts yield their sympathies to those who erstwhile share
In such circles we are remembered. A
thousand fancies haunt their teeming minds fair would they penetrate the
mystery of our whereabouts and the manner and means of our enjoyment for none
shall doubt that we will make our Christmas joysome and in the deepest recessed
of young and trusting hearts tender thoughts well up though silent, wonderful
prayers are urged for the far off wanderer on the mighty deep..
There is ecspatic pleasure in the thought. Our blessings on
them all rightheartily. Do we recipricote their kindness. May Christmas be
joyous to their hearts, may-our reunion be speedy and cloudlike - and may our
own happiness be ever tinctured by the pleasant consciousness that we are
Kind readers, a Merry Christmas to ye all.
News of the Week
An accident that
may have proved fatal to our esteemed chief officer, Mr Oxner occurred at an
early hour on Wednesday morning.
The hands were engaged
setting the top gallant studding sail, it was blowing very strong at the time
when the sheet carried away taking Mr Oxner with it. For some few seconds he
was in imminent danger of drowning but calmly watching his opportunity he
loosed his hold and fell across the top gallant sail. We regret to add that he
was severely bruised by the fall.
The curious in
ornithology have had an abundant opportunity of indulging their predilection
during the first week. Mother Carey's chickens, better known as Stormy petrels,
have been frequent visitors. Cape hens and Cape Pigeons have been very
numerous, and fine specimens of the majestic albatross encircle us rising and
swooping in all directions in glorious style.
Wednesday afternoon a beautiful specimen of the Snow bird settled on the fore
top mast studding sail boom disturbed there it slowly winged its way to the
cross jack yard arm when an ineffectual, though clever attempt was made to
catch it. It again returned, and settling on the mizen topsail yard chapter
decisively at its pursurer. The tiny wanderer then flew from its trecherous
Its plumage was of snowy whiteness
contrasting gracefully with the bright pink of its legs and bill.
The monsters of the deep are very sparing in their
attentions. Whales were in sight on Tuesday last but at considerable distances.
Could these stately leviathans be made aware of the deep interest taken in
their appearance we fancy they would surround the ship in double quick
Considerable dissatisfaction prevails among the
Ladies on account of the non appearance of sharks whales and other eketerces
(creatures) of the ocean.
Strong winds have prevailed
during the week and our progress has been highly satisfactory.
Our starboard foretopmast studding sail boom was carried away
by a squall on Wednesday evening. Our Royals were furled immediately, but
within twenty minutes a new boom was shipped and our Rovals shaken out again.