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18. gets strongly around Cape Sable and extends almost across the ocean. The water is of a most beautiful blue and exceedingly cold. The guide of the sailors at night is to draw up a bucket full and tests its temperature by the hand. If cold they are in the gulf - if warm they are not. I have read of the blue ocean - its tinted waters but have not believed half the stories - attributing much to the imagination of voyagers. Water looks blue in the distance - but to have it of the most beautiful blue around you - near you and under you had not entered into my conceptions. The little waves in a particular position reflect a most exquisite tint - a deep and delicate blue - vying seemingly with beautiful blue of the ocean overhead. The water looked as if coloured with indigo - and I could not but help imagining how well it answer the washerwomen as rinse-water. They would rejoice in so vast and inexhaustible a supply. But there is another beauty in the Gulf Stream - and that is its foam as created by the paddles of the ship. Milk in its purist state is not whiter or clearer - its sparkles and rolls over the blue underwater in beautiful contrast. This exceeding whiteness is owing in part to the blueness of the water - but mostly I think to the phosphorous contained in the sea-water. Indeed this peculiarity of the salt water strikes the observer most forcibly - its phosphorescence. I stood last night - leaning over the bulwarks - after the other passengers had deserted the deck - watching this beautiful appearance of the sea. Its development consists mostly in sparks of globules of light, as the water is disturbed - but the illumination is more general - when the bow sends a line of foam - dashing from the side. From the stern - as the water was thrown up by the whirls - it seemed as if millions of pearls were shining in the deep. The most gorgeous collection of precious stones - could not equal this display of the ocean. Wealth. Fortune