The following is quoted from:
"Charles Fort: The Man Who Invented the Supernatural"
by Jim Steinmeyer
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"He didn’t stop, but returned to Brooklyn just long enough to arrange for the next leg of his travel. While in the South, he’d met a cowboy and heard about the opportunities for cattlemen on cattle ships to England. Ships left from New York loaded with consignments of cattle; often a ship would have two consignments, with two separate cattle bosses supervising the herds. The cattle were herded into pens for the journey. Workers were taken on for every voyage to help handle the animals, tie them in place, and feed them through the journey. These workers paid five dollars for the privilege, and for one- way transportation across the Atlantic.
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To Fort, it was too wonderful an opportunity to miss, even if the work was hard and the bosses strict. He applied at a pier on the Hudson, exaggerated his experience, emphasized that he was strong and fit, and paid his five dollars.
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At the end of the journey, the cattle were taken off the ship in Liverpool, and Fort found himself, gloriously, in England.
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Fort deliberately kept no record of his journey beyond the vague impressions of hardship or wonder that lingered in his memory. In London he visited Poets’ Corner at Westminster Abbey. It seemed a portentous notion for a determined, aspiring writer. He lingered in London, touring government buildings, museums, and libraries, admired the ale, and indulged in roast beef when the bankroll was replenished. Then he tramped through the English countryside and worked his way back to Liverpool.
In September 1894, he boarded a passenger ship, the Ohio, bound for Philadelphia. According to the ship’s log, Charles H. Fort was “a reporter” who was “returning home in Brooklyn, New York.”
Back in Brooklyn, Fort was only a former reporter, with no money and no prospects; he had only “plans for a thousand here and five thousand there when the time should come for the investng of all this accumulating capital.” He felt he still wasn’t ready. After a year on the road, he’d acquired a knack for travel and a taste for life on the road. Still too impatient to sit at a desk and stare at a blank sheet of paper, he set out again, this time headed north.
Fort signed on for odd jobs that would get him from one place to another: dishwasher, fireman, or stoker. In the summer of 1895, in Nova Scotia, he boarded a ship that left the Bay of Fundy, sailed across to the Firth of Clyde, and arrived in Glasgow, Scotland.
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I'm not sure where the Bay of Fundy, in Nova Scotia, fits in with the departure from New York (perhaps a connecting journey?), however, that seems to explain our three passenger list entries:
19 August, 1894
Arrival: Philadelphia
Departure: Liverpool
September, 1895
Arrival: Glasgow
Departure: New York (Bay of Fundy)