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tina, lasting a month, with only two collars and a 

 toothpick as a wardrobe was appalling. We did not 

 ' make ourselves comfortable, " we did not "keep cool. ' 

 We rummaged the ship and visited every stateroom. 

 We had the baggage-room unlocked and inspected its 

 contents. We went down into the hold. We 'raised 

 Cain.' Our baggage was not on board. Resort was 

 had to the wireless telegraph, and the tug, which came 

 to take the agent of the company ashore, finally brought 

 our trunks. The jolly purser confided to me after- 

 wards that when the tug came alongside he overheard 

 me say "There are my things!" and that he forthwith 

 ' took a sneak. ' We sailed in peace. 



The pilot was dropped. The ship was pointed for 

 Cape St. Roque, the easternmost projection of the 

 South American continent, and we steamed away. 

 A few sails were dimly seen at sunset under the shadow 

 of a thunder-storm, which was hanging over the coast 

 of New Jersey. These were the last sails to greet our 

 eyes for fourteen days until we came in sight of the 

 harbor of Bahia in Brazil. 



The path of the ship led immediately into the Gulf 

 Stream, the eastern edge of which we crossed after we 

 had been out three days. These were the hottest days 

 of the entire voyage. After we had traversed the 

 Gulf Stream we presently came into the region of the 

 northeast trade-winds, and a refreshing breeze blew 

 day after day, imparting coolness to the staterooms. 

 In the region of the " doldrums ' ; or equatorial calms, 

 there was, contrary to expectation, a pleasant wind, 

 and after we had doubled the eastern point of South 

 America we came into the region of the southeast 

 trade-winds, and leaving the sun behind us to the 

 north, reached away during the last days of our jour- 



