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Text for Page 132 [08-01-1860]

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they were somewhat disappointed, as it rose from be-
hind a cloud, but the setting of the moon was a fine
sight.  Off the beam the blue out-lines of the land
were seen.
	           CROSSING THE BAR.
  At half-past seven the bar was �close up;� the
engines were slowed, and at eight, the Great Eastern
crossed the bar for the third time.  The trip up was
one of comparative quietude, the whistles of the
morning boats from the places around the bay coast,
and the cheers for the passengers, were the only things
which had the slightest approximation to her previous
arrival or her late departure.
  At half-past nine o�clock the ship passed the Bat-
tery, and proceeded slowly up the river.  After a
little maneuvering, she came to anchor nearly
abreast the foot of Charles street.  After waiting
some time, the steamtug Island Belle, having in tow
the barge Po�keepsie, came alongside, and now the
rush was made�the grand rush, the final rush.
Impatient men, imprudent men, dirty men, half
clean men, now a lady, next a surly man, next a
joker, now two women, and now a terrible jam�the
irrepressible conflict of the trip.  A warm sun is
pouring down upon them, while natural heat is
generated so, that, by a mathematical calculation,
the thermometer must have stood above boiling
point.  We noticed a man whose arms were pinioned
by the crowd, and his neighbor, who had tired out his
arm holding his valise about the crowd, being un-
able to get it beside him, let it sink upon the
aforesaid individual, who was soon in a boiling rage.
Nearly an hour was occupied in getting those
people on board the barge and steamboat.
Little boats were in great demand, and realized
a harvest by taking passengers on shore.
  The northwesterly breeze, which was blowing fresh-
ly, made an overcoat quite comfortable, and one was
reminded of a wild winter�s afternoon, rather than
an August morning.
  As she was coming up the bay, some sought their
breakfast, but nothing could be obtained by the ma-
jority; and, as land was in full view, they did not

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vent their feelings in such terms as they had been
wont to.  They cast a glance, first at the table, second,
the waiter, third, the staircase, thought much, said
little, ascended the stairs, and thanked heaven for
the bright prospect ahead, resolved never, no never,
to look upon the tables of the Great Eastern again.
  As the excursionists landed the general desire was
first for a wash and then to a good and comfortable
meal.  In their passage through the streets they
were the �observed of all observers.�  To sum up
the proceedings of the trip we will state that we heard
of but one person who upheld the course of the
managers.  His dialect showed that he was a Scotch-
man.  The negro waiters were saucy, and without
feeing them one could get nothing.  The stewardess
sold mattresses in the saloons at fifty cents each;
soap in proportion.  The coffee and tea was only
water �bewitched;� the eatables were cold, what
there was of them.  One fact is palpable, Mr. Cox
�can�t keep a hotel,� and never should be allowed
to.  In fact in the experience of man nothing which
showed such a lack of system has ever occurred, at
least on American waters.
  But we noticed that the directors were not to be
seen flitting round as before.  Whether they enjoyed
themselves, took snuff, and dreamily thought on the
morrow, we are unable to state, but one thing is certain:
the public thought but little of them.  Of the perform-
ances of the ship herself we will say a word and then
close.  No one can speak in terms too strong as regards
her merits.  She performed nobly�obeyed each order
with the ease, gracefulness, and certainty of a pilot
boat.  Her motion, either under paddles or screw,
being scarcely perceptible, except in speed.  She de-
serves all the praise that has been lavished upon her,
and more.  One the outward trip the indicator showed
that she made 9,873 revolutions of the paddles.  No 
account of the screw could be given, as that indi-
cator was not in working orer.  On the return trip
the paddle indicator showed 8,849 revolutions, so
that the distance run on the outward trip was over
200 miles, and the homeward trip was accom-
plished in a run of 194 miles.  Had it not been for
the mismanagement, which all deplored, this would
have been the grandest and most delightful pleasure
excursion on record.

[Gunn�s diary continued]
room, and no small pounding at the door was
needed to dispossess the two.  (The cub is always
sleeping in the day-time.    Little Maguire told me
once that she had heard he spent the night at faro
in low gambling-hells.    Likely enough.)  To my
room, shower-bath, cleanliness, rest and chores
all the afternoon.             In the evening to 745.
Matty alone in basement; soon Haney came, anon
Jack and Mrs Edwards.          Talk of the folks at
Grafton, and Haney and I wrote hoaxing letters,               
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