Steam....cont.

From the journal of J.K. Sart

May 18, 1901

Close to the afternoon and we still haven’t departed.  Upon speaking with the Captain I was informed more supplies needed to be loaded upon the ship before making the voyage to France.  I wish I had been given the funds to make a proper trip.  I knew Mr. Sutton was tight, but this is more than one can bear.  The cabin is filled with dust and grime, and I can hardly be expected to sleep on the mattress on the floor they called a bed.  I now know why no other associate of mine would make this trip.  I can only imagine what kind of position I would be in if my employer had paid less.  Most likely I’d have been up in cargo netting.