IN ST. AUGUSTINE
The storm came up more quickly than even the captain or his sailors
thought it would. The deep, blue sea, which had been such a pretty color
when the sun shone on it, now turned to a dark green shade. The blue sky
was covered by black and angry-looking clouds, and the wind seemed to
moan as it hummed about the ship.
But the steamer did not stop. On it rushed over the water, with foam in
front, at the prow, or bow, and foam at the stern where the big
propeller churned away.
"Come, children!" called Mrs. Bobbsey to the twins, as they stood at the
rail, looking first up at the gathering clouds and then down at the
water, which was now quite rough. "Come! I think we had better go to our
cabins."
"Oh, let us stay up just a little longer," begged Bert. "I've never seen
a storm at sea, and I want to."
"Well, you and Nan may stay up on deck a little longer," said Mrs.
Bobbsey. "But you must not go far away from daddy. I don't want any of
you to fall overboard, especially when such big sharks may be in the
ocean."
"Oh, I'm not going to fall overboard!" exclaimed Bert. "Never!"
"Nor I," added his sister. "I'll keep tight hold of the rail, and when
it gets too rough we'll come down."
Mr. Bobbsey and some of the men passengers were still on deck, watching
the approach of the storm, and Bert and Nan moved over nearer their
father, while Mrs. Bobbsey went below with Flossie and Freddie. The two
smaller twins, when they found their older brother and sister were going
to stay on deck, also wanted to do this, but their mother said to them:
"No, it is safer for you to be down below with me. It may come on to
blow hard at any moment, and then it won't be so easy to go down the
stairs when the ship is standing on its head, or its ear, or whatever
way ships stand in a storm."
"But I want to see the storm!" complained Freddie.
"You'll see all you want of it, and feel it, too, down in our stateroom,
as well as up on deck, and you'll be much safer," his mother told him.
The storm came up more and more quickly, and, though it was not yet four
o'clock, it was as dark as it usually is at seven, for so many clouds
covered the sky. The waves, too, began to get larger and larger and,
pretty soon, the steamer, which had been going along smoothly, or with
not more than a gentle roll from side to side, began pitching and
tossing.
"Oh, my! isn't it getting dark?" cried Flossie.
"Say, it isn't time to go to bed yet, is it?" questioned Freddie
anxiously.
"Of course not!" answered his twin. "It's only about the middle of the
afternoon, isn't it, Mother?"
"Just about," answered Mrs. Bobbsey.
In the meanwhile the others, who were still on deck, were having a
decidedly lively time of it.
"Come on, Nan and Bert!" called Mr. Bobbsey, to the older twins. "Better
get below while you have the chance. It's getting too rough for children
up here."
"Are you coming too, Daddy?" asked Nan.
"Yes, I'll go down with you. In fact, I think every one is going below
except the sailors."
This was so, for the mate was going about telling the passengers still
on deck that it would be best for them to get to the shelter of the
cabins and staterooms.
Nan and Bert started to walk across the deck, and when they were almost
at the stairs, or the "companionway" as it is called, that led to their
rooms, the ship gave a lurch and roll, and Bert lost his balance.
"Oh! Oh!" he cried, as he found himself sliding across the deck, which
was tilted up almost like an old-fashioned cellar door, and Bert was
rolling down it. "Oh, catch me, Dad!"
Luckily he rolled in, and not out, or he would have rolled to the edge
of the ship. Not that he could have gone overboard, for there was a
railing and netting to stop that, but he would have been badly
frightened if he had rolled near the edge, I think.
"Look out!" cried Mr. Bobbsey, as he saw Bert sliding and slipping.
"Look out, or you'll fall downstairs!"
And that is just what happened. Bert rolled to the top of the
companionway stairs, and right down them. Luckily he was a stout, chubby
boy, and, as it happened, just then a sailor was coming up the stairs,
and Bert rolled into him. The sailor was nearly knocked off his feet by
the collision with Bert, but he managed to get hold of a rail and hold
on.
"My! My! What's this?" cried the sailor, when he got his breath, which
Bert had partly knocked from him. "Is this a new way to come
downstairs?"
"I--I didn't mean to," Bert answered, as he managed to stand up and hold
on to the man. "The ship turned upside down, I guess, and I rolled down
here."
"Well, as long as you're not hurt it's all right," said the sailor with
a laugh. "It is certainly a rough storm. Better get below and stay there
until it blows out."
"Yes, sir, I'm getting," grinned Bert.
"I think that is good advice," said Mr. Bobbsey to the sailor, with a
smile, as he hurried after Bert, but not coming in the same fashion as
his son.
Nan had grabbed tightly hold of a rope and clung to it when the ship
gave a lurch. She was not hurt, but her arms ached from holding on so
tightly.
After that one big roll and toss the steamer became steady for a little
while, and Mr. Bobbsey and the two children made their way to the
stateroom where Mrs. Bobbsey was sitting with Flossie and Freddie.
"What happened?" asked Bert's mother, as she saw that he was rather
"mussed up," from what had occurred.
"Oh, I tried to come down the stairs head first," Bert answered with a
laugh. "I don't like that way. I'm not going to do it again," and he
told what had taken place.
And then the storm burst with a shower of rain and a heavy wind that
tossed and pitched the boat, and made many of the passengers wish they
were safe on shore.
The Bobbsey twins had often been on the water, when on visits to Uncle
William at the seashore, as I have told you in that book, and they were
not made ill by the pitching and tossing of the steamer.
Still it was not much fun to stay below decks, which they and the others
had to do all that night and most of the next day. It was too rough for
any one to be out on deck, and even the sailors, used as they were to
it, had trouble. One of them was nearly washed overboard, but his mates
saved him. And one of the lifeboats--the same one in which the men had
gone to save the fishermen from the sharks--was broken and torn away
when a big wave hit it.
"Is it always rough like this when you go past Cape Hatteras?" asked
Bert of his father.
"Very frequently, yes. You see Cape Hatteras is a point of land of North
Carolina, sticking out into the ocean. In the ocean are currents of
water, and when one rushes one way and one the other, and they come
together, it makes a rough sea, especially when there is a strong wind,
as there is now. We are in this rough part of the ocean, and in the
midst of a storm, too. But we will soon be out of it."
However, the steamer could not go so fast in the rough water as she
could have traveled had it been smooth, and the wind, blowing against
her, also held her back. So it was not until late on the second day that
the storm passed away, or rather, until the ship got beyond it.
Then the rain stopped, the sun came out from behind the clouds just
before it was time to set, and the hard time was over. The sea was
rough, and would be for another day, the sailors said.
"And can we go on deck in the morning?" asked Bert, who did not like
being shut up in the stateroom.
"I guess so," his father answered.
The next morning all was calm and peaceful, though the waves were larger
than when the Bobbsey twins had left New York.
Every one was glad that the storm had passed, and that nothing had
happened to the steamer, except the loss of the one small boat.
"Were those fishermen who fought the sharks out in all that blow in
their small motor boat, Dad?" asked Bert.
"Oh, no," his father told him. "They only go out from shore, take up
their nets or lobster pots, and go quickly back again. Their boats are
not made for staying out in all night. Though perhaps sometimes, in a
fog, when they can't see to get back, they may be out a long time. But I
don't believe they were out in this storm."
It was peaceful traveling now, on the deep blue sea, which was a pretty
color again, and the Bobbsey twins, leaning over the rail and looking at
it, thought they had never come on such a fine voyage.
"It's getting warmer," said Bert when they had eaten dinner and were
once more on deck.
"Yes, we are getting farther south, nearer to the equator, and it is
always warm there," said Mr. Bobbsey.
"Are we near Florida?" asked Nan.
"Yes, we will be there this evening," her father told her.
It was late in the afternoon when the steamer reached Jacksonville. As
the arrival of the steamship had been delayed by the storm, the
Bobbsey's were left no time to look about Jacksonville, but hurried at
once to the railroad station, and there took the train that carried them
to St. Augustine. It was about an hour before sunset when they got out
of the train at this quaint, pretty old town.
"Oh, what funny little streets!" cried Bert, as they started for their
hotel where they were to stay until they could go to the hospital and
see Cousin Jasper. "What little streets!"
"Aren't they darling?" exclaimed Nan.
"Yes, this is a very old city," said Mr. Bobbsey, "and some of the
streets are no wider than they were made when they were laid out here
over three hundred years ago."
"Oh, is this city as old as that--three hundred years?" asked Nan, while
Flossie and Freddie peered about at the strange sights.
"Yes, and older," said Mr. Bobbsey. "St. Augustine is the oldest city in
the United States. It was settled in 1565 by the Spaniards, and I
suppose they built it like some of the Spanish cities they knew. That is
why the streets are so narrow."
And indeed the streets were very narrow. The one called St. George is
only seventeen feet wide, and it is the principal street in St.
Augustine. Just think of a street not much wider than a very big room.
And Treasury street is even narrower, being so small that two people can
stand and shake hands across it. Really, one might call it only an
alley, and not a street.
The Bobbseys saw many negroes about the streets, some driving little
donkey carts, and others carrying fruit and other things in baskets on
their heads.
"Don't they ever fall off?" asked Freddie, as he watched one big, fat
colored woman on whose head, covered with a bright, red handkerchief, or
"bandanna," there was a large basket of fruit. "Don't they ever fall
off?"
"What do you mean fall off--their heads?" asked Bert with a smile.
"No, I mean the things they carry," said Freddie.
"Well, I guess they start in carrying things that way from the time they
are children," said Mrs. Bobbsey, "and they learn to balance things on
their heads as well as you children learn to balance yourselves on
roller skates. I dare say the colored people here would find it as hard
to roller skate as you would to carry a heavy load on your head."
"Well, here we are at our hotel," said Mr. Bobbsey, as the automobile in
which they had ridden up from the station came to a stop in front of a
fine building. "Now we will get out and see what they have for supper."
"And then will we go to Cousin Jasper and find out what his strange
story is?"
"I guess so," her father answered.
"Say, this is a fine hotel!" exclaimed Bert as he and the others saw the
beautiful palm and flower gardens, with fountains between them, in the
courtyard of the place where they were to stop.
"Oh, yes, St. Augustine has wonderful hotels," said his father. "This is
a place where many rich people come to spend the winter that would be
too cold for them in New York. Now come inside."
[Illustration: THE SHIP GAVE A LURCH AND BURT LOST HIS BALANCE.]
Into the beautiful hotel they went, and when Mr. Bobbsey was asking
about their rooms, and seeing that the baggage was brought in, Mrs.
Bobbsey glanced around to make sure the four twins were with her, for
sometimes Flossie or Freddie strayed off.
And that is what had happened this time. Freddie was not in sight.
"Oh, where is that boy?" cried his mother. "I hope he hasn't crawled
down another ventilator pipe!"
"No'm," answered one of the hotel men. "He hasn't done that. I saw your
little boy run back out of the front door a moment ago. But he'll be all
right. Nothing can happen to him in St. Augustine."
"Oh, but I must find him!" exclaimed Mrs. Bobbsey. "Dick, Freddie is
gone again!" she said to her husband. "We must find him at once!" and
she hurried from the hotel.