Ambrose Bierce’s entry for hurricane in The Devil’s Dictionary (1906):
“An
atmospheric demonstration once very common but now generally abandoned for the
tornado and cyclone. The hurricane is still in popular use in the West Indies
and is preferred by certain old-fashioned sea-captains. It is also used in the
construction of the upper decks of steamboats, but generally speaking, the
hurricane's usefulness has outlasted it.”
As I write,
Beryl is still a tropical storm in the Gulf of Mexico, collecting energy for
today’s landfall at Matagorda Bay, some one-hundred miles southwest of Houston.
Since May 16, when a derecho – like hurricane,
a borrowing from Spanish – knocked out our power for four days (longer than when
Hurricane Harvey hit in 2017), we’ve had a natural-gas-powered generator
installed. It’s a white box behind the garage resembling an upended refrigerator. If the
warranty holds, the device should kick in immediately when the power goes out,
though Texas has taught us to be kneejerk pessimists.
I have no argument
with Bierce when it comes to hurricanes having outlasted their usefulness. His
reference to steamboats calls for an explanation. The hurricane-deck, as defined
by the OED, is “a light upper deck or
platform in some steamers.” I learned the word from Chapter 4, “The Boys’
Ambition,” of Mark Twain’s finest book, Life
on the Mississippi (1883):
“And the
boat is rather a handsome sight, too. She is long and sharp and trim and
pretty; she has two tall, fancy-topped chimneys, with a gilded device of some
kind swung between them; a fanciful pilot-house, a glass and 'gingerbread',
perched on top of the ‘texas’ deck behind them; the paddle-boxes are gorgeous
with a picture or with gilded rays above the boat's name; the boiler deck, the
hurricane deck, and the texas deck are fenced and ornamented with clean white
railings; there is a flag gallantly flying from the jack-staff; the furnace
doors are open and the fires glaring bravely . . .”
1 comment:
I heartily agree with you that "Life on the Mississippi" is Twain's finest book. In his descriptions of the river itself and his narrative of learning how to navigate the river with a steamboat, his love for the subject is palpable. It is some of his best writing.
As for hurricanes, I think that meteorologists (or whoever does it) need to up their game with regard to naming them. We could use a Hurricane Cadwallader. . .
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