She was as clean and as dainty as a drawing-room; when I looked down her long, gilded saloon, it was like gazing through a splendid tunnel; she had an oil-picture, by some gifted sign-painter, on every stateroom door; she glittered with no end of prism-fringed chandeliers; the clerk's office was elegant, the bar was marvelous, and the bar-keeper had been barbered and upholstered at incredible cost.
The boiler deck (i.e.the second story of the boat, so to speak) was as spacious as a church, it seemed to me; so with the forecastle; and there was no pitiful handful of deckhands, firemen, and roustabouts down there, but a whole battalion of men.

The fires were fiercely glaring from a long row of furnaces, and over them were eight huge boilers! This was unutterable pomp.

The mighty engines--but enough of this.

I had never felt so fine before.

And when I found that the regiment of natty servants respectfully 'sir'd' me, my satisfaction was complete..