and the foremast and the forward collision-bulkhead, who are
pushing creatures, begged the Steam to warn the Port of New York
of their arrival. "Tell those big boats all about us," they said.
"They seem to take us quite as a matter of course."

It was a glorious, clear, dead calm morning, and in single file,
with less than half a mile between each, their bands playing and
their tugboats shouting and waving handkerchiefs, were the Majestic,
the Paris, the Touraine, the Servia, the Kaiser Wilhelm II, and
the Werkendam, all statelily going out to sea. As the Dimbula
shifted her helm to give the great boats clear way, the Steam
(who knows far too much to mind making an exhibition of himself
now and then) shouted:

Oyez! Oyez! Oyez! Princes, Dukes, and Barons of the High Seas!
Know ye by these presents, we are the Dimbula, fifteen days nine
hours from Liverpool, having crossed the Atlantic with four thousand
ton of cargo for the first time in our career! We have not
foundered. We are here. 'Eer! 'Eer! We are not disabled. But
we have had a time wholly unparalleled in the annals of ship-building!
Our decks were swept! We pitched; we rolled! We thought we were
going to die! Hi! Hi! But we didn't. We wish to give notice that
we have come to New York all the way across the Atlantic, through the
worst weather in the world; and we are the Dimbula! We are - arr
- ha - ha - ha-r-r-r!"

The beautiful line of boats swept by as steadily as the procession
of the Seasons. The Dimbula heard the Majestic say, "Hmph!" and
the Paris grunted, "How!" and the Touraine said, "Oui!" with a
little coquettish flicker of steam; and the Servia said, "Haw!" and