From the Inside Flap
Carefully I made my way to the outside wall, the onlybarrier between me and deep water, leaned on it and listened, but I could nothear much, certainly not enough to tell if we were on our way yet. Then asudden chugging shook me off the wall as if it were a wild animal.
I sat downabruptly on the floor, and shook to my very bones. The sloshing outside turnedto churning, pounding against the hull as if it wanted in, a tenor counterpointto the bass of the ship.
Over it all, completely out of place, a chorus of "baa"spitched themselves to be heard by the deaf. Both sound and motion wereunmistakable. I was stuck in the hold of a steamship with umpteen crates and aherd of - something. Sheep? Goats?
My back against a crate, my ears full ofbleating animals, the ship pounding beneath me, I laughed till I cried. I was on my way to the Klondike.