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This is a transcription of a Shipping List that appeared in the December 5, 1896 issue of South Africa Magazine.

LIST OF PASSENGERS

Per the R.M.S. Scot, sailing from Southampton today:--

MADEIRA

Sir Cuthbert Slade, Bart.

Lady Slade

Mr. Ullathorne

Mr. L. Delmer

CAPE TOWN

Hon. Sir John Robinson, K.C.M.G.

Lady Robinson

Hon. J. R. D. Tollemache

Mr. R. Solomon, Q.C., M.L.A.

Captain Harrison

Captain Mansergh

Dr. Botha

Dr. Harvey Crow

Mr. D. Reid Crow

Dr. W. Warner Henson

Dr. Newton

Miss Read

Mr. Mesday

Miss Mesday

Mr. R. S. Reid

Mr. P. Ralli

Mr. C. Thisted

Mr. Leake

Mr. H. S. Samuel

Mr. Aaronson

Mrs. Aaronson

Maid

Miss Violet Aaronson

Miss D. Aaronson

Master N. Aaronson

Miss Vilma Aaronson

Miss G. Luzar

Mrs. Venables Kyrke

Maid

Miss Venables Kyrke

Miss Watson

Mr. F. E. Roberts

Mr. G. Hill

Mr. F. Fergusson

Valet

Mrs. Gysmyt

Miss Bergsma

Miss David

Mr. E. P. Solomon

Mrs. Solomon

Miss Solomon

Miss Solomon

Maid

Miss H. H. Hill

Mrs. E. Paff

Infant

Maid

Miss H. Saenger

Mr. A. Cameron

Mr. Devenish

Miss Anderson

Maid

Miss Hanbury

Mrs. A. B. Blackburn

Mr. Lambert

Miss Warwick

Mr. S. Hammerschlag

Mr. C. K. van Trotsenburg

Mr. J. H. Lazarus

Mrs. Webber

Miss Webber

Mr. H. Lichstenstein

Mrs. Lugard

Master Lugard

Maid

Mrs. F. Hallimax

Mr. Rissik

Mrs. Rissik

Maid

Maid

Miss Meintjes

Mr. E. Saber

Mr. O. Hammerschlag

Mr. Flanders

Mrs. Flanders

Mr. Muir Rumley

Mr. Luscombe Searelle

Valet

Mrs. Searelle

Mr. Charles Manners

Mrs. Manners

Mr. Child

Mr. Dever

Miss Isa Balfour

Mr. Angelo Mascheroni

Mr. Radclyffe

Mrs. Morris

Mr. Buckland

Mr. F. J. Dormer

Mr. C. G. C. Elers

Mr. R. Le G. Elers

Mrs. Goldinger

Miss Goldinger

Mr. T. Davis

Mr. B. Aaron

Miss R. Vandeben

Miss T. Vandeben

Mr. J. Swift

Mr. Watson

Mrs. Watson

Mr. Stockdale

Mr. Isaacs

Mr. Starfield

Mr. Bailey

Mrs. Michaelis

Miss Michaelis

Mr. Nyman

Mr. Ebert

ALGOA BAY

Mr. L. Abrahamson, M.L.A.

Mrs. Abrahamson

Miss Abrahamson

Mrs. Stapleton

Mr. W. T. Graham

Mrs. Graham

Mr. O. Castendyk

Mr. W. R. Jecks

NATAL

Dr. G. L. Bonnar

Mrs. Bonnar

Miss Bonnar

Mr. J. Freeman

Mrs. Freeman

Miss Freeman

Mr. Freeman, jun.

Miss Ross

Mr. G. T. Ross, jun.

Mr. R. H. Mason

Mr. H. G. Lumsden

Mr. R. Godfrey

Mrs. Godfrey

Mr. R. W. Middleton

Mr. G. Fraser

Mr. J. W. Watts

Mrs. Watts

Miss Watts

Mrs. Kirkman

Mr. W. F. Leeson

Per the R.M.S. Hawarden Castle, which arrived at Plymouth last Saturday:--

Cape, &c.

Mr. B. Reid

Mr. Meyer

Mr. W. Liebermann

Mr. H. T. McCann

Mr. Hay

Mr. G. G. Clarke

Mr. Hamilton

Mr. Clutterbuck

Mr. C. Lemon

Mr. J. Searle

Miss A. Searle

Mr. Sellar

Mr. Israel

Mr. A. Toe

Mr. Mallett

Mrs. Mallett

Mrs. A. Liebermann

Mrs. Barnes

Master Barnes

Mr. Van Wouw

Miss Van Wouw

Miss Celliers

Mr. Van Wouw

Mr. W. P. Grimmer

Mr. Pollett

MADEIRA

Mr. D. Erskine

Mr. J. Stuart Goold

Per the intermediate steamer Tintagel Castle, sailing from Southampton today:--

LAS PALMAS

Sir George Goldie

Mr. W. B. Scott

Mr. T. Hayes

Dr. Madden

Mr. S. Johnson

Mr. J. G. Watson

Rev. Canon Mackintosh

Mr. H. Gladstone

Mr. A. H. Lloyd

Mr. G. A. S. Chiffens

Mr. C. T. Wise

Mr. D. Gray

Mr. J. Donohue

CAPE TOWN

Sir Thomas Tancred, Bart., C.E.

Professor Norton B. Smith

Mr. W. Hay, M.L.A.

Colonel C. K. Bushe

Mrs. Bushe

Mr. P. P. Sharpe

Mr. G. Sutter

Mr. Anthony Bell

Mr. C. A. Woodford

Mr. J. E. Fitt

Miss L. Stechan

Mrs. Dolan

Miss Dolan

Mrs. McComb

Mr. W. Whittock

Mr. Shaw

Mrs. Shaw

Maid

Captain C. K. Bushe

Mr. S. E. Burrows

Mrs. Burrows

Miss Burrows

Maid

Mr. G. G. Duncan

Mrs. Duncan

Miss Duncan

Mr. J. G. White

Mrs. White

Mr. A. V. Hughes

ALGOA BAY

Mr. H. Tayler

Mr. A. Seckar

Mr. D. M. Brown

Mr. Foulis

EAST LONDON

Mr. W. Currie

DELAGOA BAY

Mr. Dezuzinge

Miss N. Murdoch

PASSENGERS FOR SOUTH AFRICA

The following additional passengers have booked for the various South African ports. By the Pretoria, sailing on December 12: Mr. H. Wernthal, Mrs. Mansveldt. By the Mexican, sailing on December 19: Miss Adriani, Miss H. Stokes, Mr. Burrows, Mr. J. Torr, Mr. J. Cohen, Messrs. B. and H. Cookson, Mr. H. A. Ward, Mr. R. C. Clephan, Dr. J. E. McKenzie and family, Mr. and Mrs. Wallace Dwyer. By the Guelph, sailing on December 26: Mr. J. Bannatyne and family, Miss Fleming. By the Arundel Castle, sailing on December 19: Rev. Canon Whelpton, Rev. W. H. Whelpton, Mrs. Whelpton, Mr. and Mrs. Stoddart, Miss Moore, Dr. McLaren. By the Roslin Castle, sailing on December 12: Mr. and Mrs. Roden, Dr. Melville. By the Tantallon Castle, sailing on January 8: Mr. G. Sutter, Mr. James Molteno, M.L.A., Dr. A. K. Howden.

Miscellaneous article on the same page:

The Tantallon Castle passengers were provided with a sensation during the last voyage out. A fireman, who had served with the Nansen expedition to the North Pole, became insane and jumped overboard. The vessel immediately entered upon a complete circular course, in order to eventually return upon her own tracks in the shortest time. So splendidly was this manoeuvre executed that the man was recovered (alive) in the space of thirteen minutes. The shock seemed to have restored his sanity. To add to the excitement of the spectacle, a shark made a desperate attempt to masticate one of the life-buoys that were thrown overboard.

THE “DUNVEGAN’S” DEPARTURE

MR. BARNATO’S LIGHTNING CHANGE

MILLIONAIRES ABOARD

Waterloo Station on Saturday forenoon last (writes a South Africa man) was not, in some respects, unlike Throgmorton Street at boom time. Well-known stockbrokers and prominent “Kafirs” were there in great force, and old-time Solomon himself was “not in it” with the least of these in the matter of sartorial magnificence. The weather being extremely cold, there was quite a wonderful display of fur-lined and astrakhan-collared overcoats. One fur coat in particular took my fancy. It was ankle-long, and sufficiently roomy to have accommodated more Falstaffian proportions than its wearer could boast, and in the richness of its collar-and-cuff trimming it was indeed a prodigal. From the wealth of fur composing the collar, there peered forth the face—sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought—of the well-known millionaire, Mr. B. I. Barnato. Barney’s visage was that of dejection itself, and I do not remember to have seen him looking so down in the dumps on any previous occasion. He reminded one of Dismal Jemmy and Rochester Bridge. Barney was accompanied by a bevy of dutiful “nevvies”—Mr. Woolf Joel, Mr. “Jack” Joel, and the incomparable Solly of that ilk. Mr. Woolf Joel was, if anything, more magnificent even than Uncle Barney in the matter of dress; and a big cigar, teeth-tilted in Mr. Joel’s own peculiarly dainty fashion, was the crowning touch of an exceedingly striking tout ensemble. True to his reputation, the sparkling Solly sported a splendid buttonhole; but lively as he certainly was, he yet lacked something of that exuberance for which he is so justly famed. Perhaps this was owing to the extreme coldness of the weather. Or, possibly, it was due to a recollection of the Pretorian tronk.

Such a bustle and crush I have never seen equaled—even at Waterloo. The second train, to use an Irishism, got off first; and the first was fully ten minutes late when it slowly steamed out of the station to the ringing cheers—of all Throgmorton Street, I had nearly written. The journey down to the Hampshire port was an exceedingly cold one for those of us who couldn’t afford the luxury of fur-lined coats; and I fancy that the majority were not sorry when, finally, the lengthy train steamed alongside the quay at Southampton, and almost parallel to the Dunvegan Castle itself. The next half-hour was one of bustle and excitement. Never was there such a getting on board! How many hundreds of passengers—to say nothing of their friends—there were aboard I have no means of knowing; but certainly the expeditious way in which piles of baggage were handled and the thousand and one wants of the passengers themselves attended to, was exceedingly praiseworthy. The persistent manner in which the multitude, cold and hungry, poured into the saloon and bore down upon the eatables, would have bewildered and flustered less well-trained servants than those of the Castle Line. The crowd carried all before them. A steward at the table adjoining that where I was seated, vainly endeavoured to “reserve” one or two seats, whose would-be occupiers had temporarily flown off to their cabins. But no. There came along a little grey-haired gentleman, well known in Cape Town, with a large voice, accompanied by two ladies. “What!” he exclaimed, in affected indignation, “these seats reserved! Why, I never heard of such a thing! Sit down, my dears!” And so saying, he and the ladies with him calmly jumped the vacant seats, to the no small dismay of the gentlemen who had originally intended to occupy them. Large as the saloon is, there wasn’t half enough room there to accommodate at one time a fourth of those who desired to partake of luncheon. But this did not deter certain “gentlemen” in beautiful astrakhan-trimmed coats from putting into immediate execution the well-known axiom that “fingers were made before forks.” The food-snatching that went on at one table would have been extremely ludicrous had it not been indecent and disgusting.

After luncheon, I went on deck and looked about me. Some of those who had lunched were there too, I found, stamping the deck in the hope of quickening the blood circulation in their pedal extremities. The air bit shrewdly, as Hamlet would say; it was very cold. So cold was it, indeed, that I mentally sympathized with a Jewish young gentleman who audibly expressed the opinion that this “is a bally cold country; give me the good old Rand!” Ladies, with blue noses, sat upon brand-new deck chairs and visibly shivered again; and it was tantalizing for those of us who were “for the shore” to reflect that within the next three or four days these self-same fair ones might be basking in a wealth of sunshine, whilst we in England were left to shiver. I had a word or two, presently, with shrewd-headed, ever-youthful Mr. Abe Baily, who expressed the belief that things were righting on the “other side” and that all would soon be well there. “Abe” was looking as fit as a fiddle, and his buoyancy of spirits was quite cheering to behold. By-and-bye, I learnt that “Solly” had prevailed on Uncle B. to accompany him on the voyage as far as Madeira—and I found myself hoping that Mr. Barnato had had the forethought to provide himself with some necessaries other than that beautiful fur-lined coat. I imagine the astonishment of the Madeirians at the sight of such a princely garment! How exceedingly warm it would make them feel! Later on I caught sight of Bishop MacSherry, who is making a first voyage out to the Cape, and was introduced to him by my old friend Monsignor Fagan. The good Bishop observed that he was looking forward with considerable pleasure to the voyage to, and his work in, South Africa. A later train brought down Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Robinson and family. “The Lord of Langlaagte” was looking, I thought, wretchedly ill, and badly in need of the health which a sojourn in summer seas invariably brings. By the mail train came Mr. Rochfort Maguire, the Hon. Mrs. Maguire, her sister, the Hon. Miss Peel, and their respected pater, the ex-Speaker of the House of Commons. The last-named gentleman was for Southampton only. But, by this time, the cold was more than I could comfortably stand, so I hied me to the railway station, and a few minutes later was well on my way to the metropolis.

Regards,

Ellen Stanton