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From Alice Bothwell - Sept 23rd 1917
 
[[image - painting, with an included poem]]

Passingby, passingby how the 
days so quickly fly 

Bringing memories of the 
birth day of my Friend! 

And I heave a little sigh 
For I know I can't be nigh

To run in and wish 
you good luck
without end——

From Alice



Onteora 16th Sept 17

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I landed in Liverpool on the Evening of the 30th October 1873. The seventeen days at sea on the good but dull ship "Italy" had in no manner made going to Europe attractive. The Passengers were what one would expect on what was really a freighter. I had chosen this ship and line because it was cheap as I wished to begin with as little cost to my embarrassed Father as possible. The passengers were mostly a returning English Circus Company. There was only one long table [[strikethrough]] under the racks [[/strikethrough]] in the Saloon under the swinging racks where the glass ware was placed together with the inevitable bottles of Chutney and Worcester sauce swung. The Stewards entered from the pantry bearing dishes covered with huge Britannia covers. Upon the stroke of the gong they marched down back of us and balanced with the roll of the ship while they awaited Another signal from