Chapter 11—I Hear the Story of Fabian’s Trouble
The next day, Saturday, 30th of March, the weather was fine; our progress was more rapid, and the Great Eastern was now going at the rate of twelve knots an hour.
The wind had set south, and the first officer ordered the mizzen and the top-mast sails to be hoisted, so that the ship was perfectly steady. Under this fine sunny sky the upper decks again became crowded; ladies appeared in fresh costumes, some walking about, others sitting down—I was going to say on the grass-plats beneath the shady trees—and the children resumed their interrupted games. With a few soldiers in uniform, strutting about with their hands in their pockets, one might have fancied oneself on a French promenade.
At noon, the weather being favorable, Captain Anderson a
