ICtbrta SEYMOUR DURST When you leave, please leave this book Because it has been said "Ever'thinQ comes t' htm who waits Except a loaned book." Avery Architectural and Fine Arts Library Gift of Seymour B. Durst Old York Library THE u. HUDSON SEARCHLIGHT Issued by The People's Evening Line Steamers New York Copyright, 1905, X. H. Campbell " The starry host rode brightest, till the moon, Rising in clouded majesty, at length, Apparent queen, unveiled her peerless light And oer the dark her silver mantle threw." NEW YORK HARBOR HUDSON and everywhere about the steamer's pier noise and excitement reign. To our right a majestic "ocean greyhound" is clumsily edging up to her dock; on our left an un- gainly ferryboat is about to leave her slip, laden with Jerseyites returning from their daily pilgrimage to. New York. In front, all manner of river craft are scurrying hither and thither; and beyond, the Jersey shore can be seen, with its uninteresting front of ware- houses, sugar refineries and coal docks. Finally, all is in readiness; orders are being shouted; the hawsers are cast off; the gong sounds and the great river steamer, trembling with the throb of her engines, pushes her nose into midstream. A glorious breeze strikes us, and our voyage up "The Beautiful Hudson" has begun. Perhaps it was just such an evening when Hendrick Hudson — three hundred years ago — in his queer look- ing little craft, the "Half-Moon," leisurely sailed over the same waters, past the little villages of cedar wig- wams and beheld the native redman preparing his evening meal. What a contrast the present scene presents! Great cities, with their millions of souls, have supplanted the wigwam, the camp-fire and the forest, and in place of the slow-going little Dutch vessel, the traveler finds LL IS hurry and bustle. The last of the luggage destined for "up-state" is being rapidly wheeled on board. Late arrivals are crowding the gang-planks THE PANORAMA OF THE CITY himself on a palatial river steamer, with appointments and a cuisine rivaling even the most modern of metropolitan hostelries. Astern of us can be seen a beautiful view of New York Harbor, the Narrows, Staten Island, and the Statue of Liberty. On the New York shore a long stretch of wharves, crowded with vessels from all quarters of the globe, meets the eye; and forming an irregular and imposing background are the highest office buildings in the world. As we make our way up the river, we pass a score or so of pleasure yachts riding at anchor; some have "steam up" and are ready at a moment's notice to carry their millionaire masters to sum- mer homes on the Hudson. On the right we pass the massive memorial monument which marks the last resting-place of General Ulysses S. Grant At [29th Street we Stop for the convenience of New York's uptown dwellers. On leaving the pier to the right can be seen the burial ground of "Old Trinity Church,'' Xew York, with monuments almost lost in foliage above the wooded hillside. Here lie buried John Jacob Astor, Robert Livingston, and Robert Fulton, the inventor of the first steamboat. At this point, the vista ahead is one of the most beautiful sights in the world. The sun is fast sinking in the west, its golden rays glisten on cloud, land and water, and bring into bold relief the Palisade- in all their grandeur. This wall of rock runs close to the water's edge, and in some places reaches an altitude of live hundred feet. \Ye are now almost off Point Washington, where in 1776 the patriot forces met with a crushing defeat at the hands of the British. As we round the point, the beautiful summer moon can be seen rising above a shaggy hill. "The lurking shadows dim and mute; And hedged against an amber light Fall vaguely on the dusky river; The lone hills cling, in vain endeavor, Vexed breezes play a phantom lute; To touch the curtained clouds of night, Athwart the waves that curl and quiver. That, weird like, form and fade forever." The Palisades at Spuyten Duyvil. i i Boat Deck. Further up the Spuyten Duyvil meets the Hud- son. This is the first point of special legendary interest, and takes its name from an incident which happened when Peter Stuy vesant was governor of Xew Amsterdam. It seems that one Anthony Van Corlear was sent post-haste up the river to warn the farmers of the approach of the Duke of York's ships in the harbor and to summon them to the defense of New Amsterdam. He had reached the stream, the wind was high, the elements were in an uproar, and no boatman at hand. "For a short time he vapored like an intelligent ghost upon the brink, and then, bethinking himself of the urgency of his errand (to arouse the people to arms), he took a hearty embrace of his stone bottle, swore most valorously that he would swim across in spite of the devil (en spyt den dux vel) and daringly plunged into the stream. He was observed to struggle violently, as if battling with the spirit of the waters. Instinc- Storm King 5 tively, he put his trumpet to his mouth, and giving a vehement blast, sank forever to the bottom." The shadows has faded away, and grow deeper and deeper; twilight ''Night most beautiful and rare Gives the heavens their holiest hue, And through the azure fields of air, Invites the gentle dew." A flash! and the steamer's big searchlight casts its great white beam across the waters and discovers the little hamlet of Spuyten Duyvil, crowding close to the river's edge. It looks quite as ancient as the legend. Our thoughts of bygone days are rudely disturbed by the appearance of Yonkers further up the right bank. Here manufacturing buildings, both large and small, in great numbers proclaim the modern city. Almost opposite, a cleft now known as Alpine Gorge reaches up to the precipitous sides of the Palisades. The landing here was formerly called Cioster's. Sunar Loaf. WASHINGTON IRVING'S HOME Here the British, under Lord Grey, in 1778, crossed to Hackensack Valley, "surprising and massacring Col. Boyler's patriots, despite their surrender and calls for mercy." Next, above Yonkers, comes Hastings and then Dobb's Ferry, which the searchlight shows to be an exceedingly pretty village. This was an important post during the Revolu- tionary War. Leaving Dobb's Ferry behind, the searchlight points out on the eastern bank the homes of several prominent and well known people, among them that of Cyrus W. Field. As Irvington is approached the scene is unusually charming. The river at this point is about three miles wide; the searchlight swings from point to point, showing the sloping hills, that look over this picturesque bay, to be literally covered with beautiful villas and charming grounds. At no point on the Hudson are there more evidences of wealth and refinement, and the locality is noted as one of the most aristocratic suburbs of the great metropolis. Many of these palatial structures are furnished with the world's rarest art treasures. Just beyond is Sunnyside, once the home of Washington Irving. The search- light clearly brings out into the white light this old-fashioned house with its many gables shadowed by beautiful trees on the river bank. No better opportunity could present itself than to refer at this time to Washington living's own words in speaking of the Hudson : " I thank God I was born on the banks of the Hudson . . . and I fancy I can trace much of what is good and pleasant in my heterogeneous compound to my early com- panionship with this river. In the warmth of my youthful enthusiasm, I used to clothe it with moral attributes, and almost give it a soul. I admired its frank, bold, honest character, its noble sincerity and perfect truth. Here was no specious, smiling surface, covering the dangerous sand bar or perfidious rock; but a stream deep as it was broad, and bearing with honorable faith the bark that trusted to its waves. I gloried in its simple, quiet, Croton Point. LEGEND OF TAPPAN SEA majestic, epic flow; ever straightforward. Once, indeed, it turns aside for a moment, forced from its course by opposing mountains, but it struggles bravely through them, and immediately resumes its straightforward marc h. Behold thought I, an emblem of ;i good man's course through life; ever simple, open and direct, or if, overpowered by adverse circumstances, he deviate into error, it is but momentary; he soon recovers his onward and honorable c areer, and continues it to tin- end of his pilgrimage. . . . The Hudson is, in a manner, my first and last love; and after all my wanderings and seeming infidelities I return to it with a heartfelt preference over all the- other river> in the world. I .seem to catch new life as I bathe in its ample billows and inhale- the- pure- breezes of its hills." It is a short swing of the light from Sunnyside to " Lyndhurst" — the former home of Jay Gould, and now owned and occ upied by his daughter, Helen Gould. All along the banks, with just a chimney or a roof discemable through the foliage, arc- scores of homes of men whose names are prominent in the great business world of New York. It is here that they endeavor to find peace and quietness f<»r a few months each year. Directly across lies the village of Piehnont, where the Erie Railroad has a pier extend- ing a mile out into the Tappan Sea — so named because the Tappail Indians were found along its waters by the first navigators. Many a story might be told of it> water- and circling shores. Washington Irving tells the following tale: "The Tappan Sea, at a point off the Roost is about three miles wide, bordered by a lofty line of waving and roc ky hills. Often, in the ^till twilight of a summer evening, when the sea is like glass, w ith the opposite hills throw ing their purple shadows half across it, a low sound is heard, as of the steady, vigorous pull of oars, far out in the middle of the stream, though not a boat is to be descried. This I should have been apt to ascribe to some boat rowed along under the shadows of the western shore, for sounds are conveyed to a great distance by water at such quiet hours; and I can distinctly hear the baying of the watch-dogs at night from the farms on the sides of the opposite mountains. The ancient traditionists of the neighborhood, however, religiously ascribed these sounds to a judgment upon one Rumbout Van Dam, of Spiting Devil, who danced and drank late one Saturday night at a Dutch quilting frolic, at Kakiat, and set ofT alone for home in his boat, on the verge of Sunday morning, swearing he would not land until he reached Spiting Devil, if it took him a month of Sundays. He was never seen afterward, but is often heard plying his oars across the Tappan Sea, a Flying Dutchman on a small scale, suited to the size of his cruising ground; being doomed to ply between Kakiat and Spiting Devil till the days of judgment, but never to reach the land." 8 THE OLD DUTCH CHURCH Across the waters on the right can be seen the Lights of Tarn town twinkling in the distance. Passing this sleepy looking little town, the searchlight shows beautiful home- in among the foliage and trees; and on the river bank, just above, elegant mansions sur- rounded with the finest examples of landscape gardening in America. Further inland at this point is located Sleepy Hollow , made famous by Washington Irving in his writings. "It is a little valley, or rather a lap of land, among high hills, which is one of the quietest places in the whole world. A small brook glides through it, with just murmur enough to lull one to repose, and the occasional whistle of a quail, or tapping of a woodpecker, is almost the only sound that breaks in upon the uniform tranquility." If you go there to-day you will see the little old Dutch church built in 1699, a small building with rough sides of stone, over which still rotates the vane pierced with the initials of Frederick Felypsen, who built and endowed the little sanctuary: In the churchyard is the grave of Washington Irving in the middle of a large plot purchased by him in [853, six years before his death. A mod- ern bridge has replaced the ancient one, over which "The Headless Horseman" was wont to ride, but the tranquil and weedy pond below is the same as that of the days when the burghers brought their grist a-horseback to be ground at Wheat Town (Tarrytown); and the identical old mill is still standing under the trees at the foot of the pond, by its moss- grown dam. About half way between Tarrytown and Sleepy Hollow a monument marks the spot where Andre was shot, and which bears the following inscription: On this spot The 25th day of September, 1780, the Spy MAJOR JOHN ANDRIi Adjutant-General of the British Army, was captured by John Paulding, David Williams and Isaac Van Wart All natives of this country. A CORNER OF THE CAFE DECK Crow's Nest, truni Constitution Inland On the west shore graceful blending of valley and hill has taken the place of the rugged Palisades, and the peaceful tow n of Xyack i- gradually being left behind. "There breaks upon the- blessed calm, Deep, 'ing melodies of even — Those Xyack bells, like some sweet psalm They float along the vault of heaven." About us the moon's rays, marvelous and lucent, strike the rippling water, and the inland sea becomes a mass of molten silver. On its clear surface the sails of diminutive yachts float along and troops of gull-like boats fly against the current when the night breeze dashes across the water, or stand idly in an intermittent calm. And against all this fairy- like scene the great hills on both sides — sometimes bold, sometimes gentle and retreating — loom up in dark shadowy lines. Our searchlight travels from point to point, and suddenly brings within our vision some hitherto unseen mountain home or a fisherman patiently following his calling in a quiet little nook by the water's edge. TABLEAUX OF THE SEARCHLIGHT Twinkling lights just beyond a jut in the river on the right tell us we are approaching Ossining, where some ten thousand people dwell amid surroundings that for health and beauty can hardly be matched in the whole valley. The town lies upon rocky hills and overlooks the most varied, and perhaps, the most beautiful river landscape along the valley. Near the river bank a number of low white buildings can be seen — the State Prison, famous in history as Sing Sing. Just above Ossining the Croton River joins the Hudson. East of this point is a watershed, having an area of 350 square miles, which supplies New York City with water. Standing on the deck of the steamer one is constantly sur- prised by glimpses given by the searchlight through the trees and foliage, of bits of scenery which are picturesque in the truest sense of the word. That extension of land in the water ahead is called Tellers Point and is the boundary line between Tappan Sea and Haver- straw Bay. Rounding the point, the river opens into a beautiful bay four miles in width. The The Saloon Galleries. Breaknei k eastern shore is a mass of hills, increasing northward to where the Highlands form a rugged wall across the whole northern horizon. Westward ties the village of Haverstraw with the historic headland, Stony Point jutting just out beyond it. The tall peak which overshadows the town is High Tor. It was in this neighborhood that, much of what our history holds of song and story was gathered. North of Haverstraw, with the aid of the searchlight, may he seen the eminence of Treason Hill, where in the stone hOuse of Dr. Joshua Smith, Arnold and Andre perfected the treasonable plot. Sailing past the low meadows and brickyards of Grassy Point the searchlight strikes Stony Point. Here it was that one of the most brilliant exploits in American History was enacted. In 1779 the British made of Stony Point "a little Gibraltar" which they boasted was quite impregnable. The corps of Light Infantry stationed at Fort Montgomery under the command of Gen. Anthony Wayne, was ordered by Washington to storm, and if possible, take Stony Point. It was said that when asked whether he thought he could storm Stony Point, the impetuous Wayne — "Mad Anthony" — replied, " I'll storm hell Cornwall and Storm King. 14 THE HUDSON HIGHLANDS if you'll make the plans, sir!" Washington replied: "Better try Stony Point first, General." Try Stony Point he did, and with bril- liant success. The river now takes a sudden turn to the east and as the steamer rounds Yerplanks Point we enter the portals of the Hudson High- lands. To our right, and somewhat inland the Spitzenberg Mountain rises to a great height, and on the opposite bank, to the north of Tompkins Cove, Mount Dunderberg reaches a height of nearly eleven hundred feet. Except for the regular swish of the water against the steamer's sides, hardly a sound is heard as we pass along. Now and then the river breaks with faintest murmur on the precipitous shore, or trembling echoes strike the hillsides plain- tively, when some bird, disturbed by the flash of our searchlight upon her nest, gives forth her shrill cry of protest and disappears into deeper foliage. Ahead of us and situated on a slope at the head of a bay formed by another turn of the river is Peekskill — a prosperous and steadily growing town. Here it was that the late Rev. Henrv Ward Beecher used The Promenade Deck. The C. \Y. Morse Approaching Poughkeepsie. to come during the summer months and rest on his farm situated about two miles in- land. Chauneev M. Depew, the famous after-dinner speaker, and President of the New York Central Railway, has a summer residence in the neighborhood. The steamer takes another turn in a northwesterly direction and rounds Kidd's Point, where tradition has it, Captain Kidd's pirate vessel was smashed upon the rocks. Angleways across on the plains above can be seen the white tents of the State militia. It is here each year during the summer months that the various regiments throughout the State are brought to encamp and are drilled in the practical work of campaigning. We are now approaching the locality which is regarded by all as the scenical climax of the river trip. At this point the river narrows down to about three-quarters of a mile in width, and on both sides the shores attain a great height — Mount Dundenberg on one side and Manito and Anthony's Nose on the other. This particular portion of the river is called ''The Horse Race," and is said to be the most dangerous part to navigate. In the distance Mount Bear (1,400 feet high) looms up, and still further north the higher slopes of Mount Rascal and Black Rock can be seen outlined against the starry sky. Round and 16 The C. W. Morse at Poughkeepsie Bridge. about this locality, on both river and shore, many important battles were fought between patriot forces and the British in 1777. Passing Anthony's Nose, we enter Cranston's Reach, and on both sides of the river, within easy range of the searchlight, can be seen many beautiful summer homes, and among them that of John S. Gilbert, the famous architect. A small distance ahead, just opposite Sugar Loaf Mountain, is the residence of J. Pierrepont Morgan "the Finance King." The searchlight playing from point to point suddenly brings into bold relief a beautiful little cataract tumbling down a cliff of the rocky shore; it bears the name of Buttermilk Falls. The large building just above is "Lady Cliff," now used as a girls' seminary, but originally built for a hotel and known as Cranston's. Notwithstanding the present beautiful surroundings, our eyes cannot but rest upon West Point ahead of us. On it a group of buildings can be seen, with here and there a cluster of trees partially obscuring a full view — this is West Point Military Academy. The location is ideal and takes rank as the most beautiful spot on the Hudson. Again a sharp turn to the left and the Hudson's two most famous mountains — Cro' Nest and Storm King — frown down upon us. Across on the eastern shore are Mt. 17 CRO* NEST AND STORM KING Taurus and Breakneck Moun- tain. All four arc over fourteen hundred feet high. Passing be tween these great rugged and precipitous walls of rock, we shortly find ourselves in New burg Hay, where Hendrick Hudson entered for the first time on the 15th day of Septem- ber, 1600, and on his return voyage down the river dropped anchor the 25th of September, 1609. Nestling at the foot of Storm King Mountain is the town of Cornwall. Such well- known people as Rev. E. P. Roe, Nathaniel P. Willis and Amelie E. Barr have had sum- mer homes in its neighborhood. The Main Ptomg The view is impressive and no doubt is the same one which inspired Rodman Drake in his famous "Culprit Fay" to pen the following: '*'Tis the midnight watch of a summer night, The earth is dark, but the heavens are bright, The moon looks down on old Cro' Nest — She mellows the shade on his shaggy nest, And seems his huge gray form to throw In a silver cone on the wave below." In striking contrast to wild regions and sleepy little towns through which we have been passing, brilliantly lighted Newburg can be seen in the near distance. From the boat may be seen the house which Washington made the general headquarters of the Northern Army from April 1782 to August, 1783. The property was purchased by the State of New York in 1840 and is now used as an historical museum. The grounds are beautifully kept, and here and there can be seen stationed old-fashioned cannon. 18 QUEEN CITY OF THE HUDSON Nearby is the comparatively new Tower of Victory erected by the nation in 1784. Oppo- site is the old Fishkill Land- ing, one of the many small towns along the Hudson River which formed part of the theatre of the Revolutionary War. After leaving Newburg , the scenery once more reverts to quiet beauty, and only in the back country can be seen the great rolling hills. For some distance from the river the country is comparatively level. Passing Low Point, Hugh- sonville and New Hamburg, we enter a narrow channel of the river. From Marlborough The Quarter Deck. on immense square buildings can be seen at intervals on the shores. These are storehouses in which great quantities of ice are packed during the winter season, and later on sent to New York in barges. This business gives employment to great numbers of men who are river workers in summer, and enables them to make a comfortable living until the following season opens. About two miles ahead, the Poughkeepsie Bridge can be seen somewhat indistinctly. It appears to be a frail looking structure, until a closer view shows its immense size, it was built in 1889, at a cost of $3,500,000, and is about two and a half miles in length. On the eastern shore is the city of Poughkeepsie, known as the "Queen City of the Hudson." It is notable for beautiful residences and the various educational institutes located in or near its precincts — chief among them being Vassar and Eastman Colleges. Leaving Poughkeepsie behind, the Hudson River State Hospital, comprising a number of buildings, can be seen standing in bold prominence on the hills just north of the city, 19 THE CATSKILL MOUNTAINS and further along the bank, at various distances dividing them, are many costly and handsome residences. A half hour's sail from the city brings us to krum Elbow the name given to a rounded portion of the western hank where the river makes another turn — and as we swing around, away in the distance to the north can be seen ' the dim outlines of the Catskills, which aside from their fame as mountains will always be re- membered as the locality where Rip Van Winkle slept for twenty years. It will be remembered that just recently Joseph Jef- ferson ("the grand old man of the Stage") who made Rip Van A Stateroom De Lux,. Winkle a classic character of the American drama, died. The searchlight traces out Kaaterskill Clove, and the adjacent mountains, whose wooded recesses and phmging streams so appealed to Washington Irving a century ago. Its beams reveal at this great distance the resort hotels, which crown the mountain's brow, mere specks of white dis- cernable against the midnight sky. This horizon is lower because much more distant than any other passed, although the peaks reach 4,000 feet altitude in some cases. It is now past midnight and our sister-boat is momentarily expected on her trip down the Hudson from Albany. Our searchlight casts its beams into the clouds, in order to attract her attention. Finally, as we are abreast of the residence of Judge Parker at Esopus, on the western bank, we receive the answering signal, and when Rondout is reached, we pass each other, exchanging "good-nights" as we rapidly sail, each one on our way. It will be necessary, if one is to get a full quota of sleep before Albany is reached, to cast a departing glance at the river, which has entertained with her magnificent scenery for over six hours, and seek an inviting stateroom below. PALATIAL RIVER STEAMERS THE great river steamers of the People's Line have become a part of the later his- tory of the majestic Hudson since they have maintained a continuous service between New York and Albany. To-day, the service of the line is the best in the w r orld, the magnificent new steel steamer "C. W. Morse," having been commissioned to alternate with the " Adiron- dack." In general contour and in grace of outline, these sister steamers strike the observer as being much alike. The "Morse" is, however, considerably the larger, and has, in point of fact, accommodations for more pas- sengers than any steamer plying the American coast or inland waters, there being no less than 450 staterooms, exclusive of those used by the officers. She has a length over all of 427 feet, equal to almost two uptown New York City blocks. She has a breadth of 90 feet, which is about as wide as Fifth Avenue, and her four decks give her a height wlach would make her almost out-top a row of "brownstone fronts." There are scores of "window seats," from which an entirely unobstructed view of the majestic Hudson scenery may be had. When darkness comes on, the great searchlight for- ward, with its 36-inch lens (the size used on battleships), picks out the beautiful spots on shore or mountain and illuminates them with almost startling weirdness and brilliancy. To maintain the high standard of the line as regards its cuisine, much thought has been spent upon the kitchen of the " C. W. Morse." As a result, it compares most favorably with the largest and best kitchens of the metropolitan hotels. Every known appliance, from the great sixteen-foot range and immense broilers to the automatic egg-cooking device, has been installed. The refrigerating plant, the pantries, the bakery, and the dishwashing The Forward Saloon. THE ADIRONDACK and heating appliances are all of the best and most modern make, and the conveniences of the serving room unexcelled. As the passenger ascends the broad stairway from the lower lobby, adjoining which are located the Purser's Office, Barber Shop, Parcel Room, he finds himself in the Grand Saloon, running the entire length of the enclosed portion of the steamer. It is here that he gets his first impression of the enormous size of the " Morse." Two galleries, with their mahogany guard rails and green bronze grill work, enclose the Saloon, and from them, as from the main floor, open the staterooms, so cleverly arranged that there are few inside rooms and none, in fact, which are not freely ventilated from the outside. The color scheme of the Main Saloon is white and green, and it has been so beautifully Cold Spring. 22 THE C. W. MORSE executed that the effect is wonderfully pleasing and restful, with none of the over-decoration and garishness so often found on steamers. There are a number of cabins de luxe, whose walls are- hung in silk and cotton of pleasing pinks, blues or greens, with ceilings in ivory and gold. These sumptuous apartments are furnished with double brass beds and have private bath and toilet adjoining, and are so arranged that they may be taken singly or en suite, furnishing the acme of traveling comfort. There are also on each deck bathrooms for the use of passengers occupying staterooms without baths attached, a feature which is an entire novelty on river steamers. The decks of the "G. W. Morse" are enormous in height and of unusual breadth, and the upper deck permits of an unobstructed promenade around the entire steamer. Aft upon this deck is the large Palm Garden and the cafe. The C. \\. Morse at Albany. 23 SAFETY APPLIANCES AND EQUIPMENT Structurally, the "Morse" is a model of marine construction of the highest type. Many water-tight bulkheads are properly placed to insure the safety of the steamer and her passengers in case of accident. The deck-houses on the freight space are enclosed in steel up to the saloon deck, and the entire motive power of vessel is thoroughly enclosed in steel, where possibility of lire exists. The electric plant has a maximum capacity of 3,000 sixteen-candle-power lamps, and consists of three multipolar direct-coupled compound wound dynamos, driven by vertical engines of the General Electric Company's make. The electric engines are so connected that they may work either low or high pressure, as desired. Every precaution has been taken to have the electric wiring of the very highest class and perfectly fire and water proof, the entire feeders and circuits being incased in iron conduits, not over eight lights on any one circuit. The searchlight is the largest made. It is without question one of the most thoroughly equipped marine plants in existence. The vessel is equipped with electric bells, thermostatic push buttons, fire alarms, automatic whistle, watchmen's c loc k.-, telephones for spec ial service, and w here auxiliaries are not run by steam, electric motors are used. Two complete and separate systems of steering gear are used — steam and hand. It would be difficult to specify all of the details which enter into the " Morse," which make her a veritable floating palace in all that these much used words imply. The com- pany has omitted nothing in her construction or equipment which makes for safety, com- fort or convenience, and no detail of luxury has been slighted. The "C. W. Morse" is a credit to American shipping circles, as well as to the company which owns her and the concerns which constructed and furnished her.