e Tuesday May 17
Our voyage reduced to seven hundred miles
three days sail, may hope something less. Some signs of
approach to the world of men – vessels occasionally seen
lying a moving in lines parallel to our own but in
opposite directions, far way in the horizon – How much
of intelligence, intelligence of what great events may thus
be passing by us, while we practically are asleep to
the affairs of nations occupied with the infinitely
little concerns of ourselves our meat drink sleep and
likes and dislikes – Ten days confinement together is more
than any fifty human beings can endure with good temper.
So last night there was an emeute in the steerage. Coats
stripped, Knives drawn – When will war making Kings
and emperors lack for armies to fight? Not in our day
I ween – Are you not sorry for these two noble horses
which are caged in either of the passage way midships
their cages just fitted to them, so that the animals cant
move forward or backward or sideway or upward or
downward – Ten days and nights already have they stood
on their feet – At first they communicated with each other often
by spirited neighings, but at last they have become subdued
and spiritless – Could not the Parisian banker find good enough
horses near home?