Title | Scraps from an artist's sketchbook |
Alternative Title | Scraps from an artist's sketch book, with illustrations from the author's original sketches in Rome, Florence, and Venice , photographed by J. Greer, Pendleton |
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Publisher | Daily Chronicle |
Date | 1877 |
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Language | English |
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Original Item Extent | 118 pages; 12 leaves; 19 cm |
Original Item Location | DG427 .R68 1877 |
Original Item URL | http://library.uh.edu/record=b2395052~S11 |
Digital Collection | Exotic Impressions: Views of Foreign Lands |
Digital Collection URL | http://digital.lib.uh.edu/collection/exotic |
Repository | Kenneth Franzheim II Rare Books Room, William R. Jenkins Architecture and Art Library, University of Houston Libraries |
Repository URL | http://info.lib.uh.edu/about/campus-libraries-collections/william-r-jenkins-architecture-art-library |
Use and Reproduction | No Copyright - United States |
Identifier | exotic_201304_003 |
Title | Page 96 |
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File Name | exotic_201304_003_115.jpg |
Transcript | 96 VENICE. from Venice on board the steamer, we generally find our way to the extreme point of the bow in order to enjoy the sensation of a perfectly free view of the surrounding scenery, and isolate ourselves from all behind us. On Wednesday night last we were in that position, and witnessed a very close escape from a collision with another steamer. Our boat was crowded with passengers, and was keeping too near the course followed by the steamer coming from the opposite direction. As we were steaming on at full speed, we remarked to the look-out man at the bow that something was wrong in both our course and that followed by the other steamer approaching. No notice was taken for a few seconds, when we again remarked, "Look out, or there will be a collision." The man then saw its probabilities, and that our only chance of escape was by the opposing steamer changing her course, and so passing us on the wrong side instead of the right one. We both shouted, " Sinistra ! sinistra!"—to the left, to the left—and fortunately the man at the wheel heard us and |