30 A COLLECTING TRIP 
the morning we were looking out on the Adriatic. This 
we skirted all day. It was a pretty sight to see the 
many fishing boats with their gaily colored sails. As 
it was Sunday, many people were going to and from 
church dressed in their Sunday best. For a part of 
the time the snow-capped Appennines were in fine 
view. Then we reached the plains stretching out as 
far as eye could carry with only cattle and horses, 
sheep and pigs, grazing about. At 7.30 we reached 
Brindisi and got aboard this ship. As the train with 
the Indian mail was very late we did not get off until 
five o’clock in the morning. The sea has been perfect, 
like a mill pond and wonderfully blue. At nine 
o’clock in the forenoon we passed Corfu, the Coreyra 
of the ancient Greeks, and about noon, Ithaca, the 
home of Ulysses. Ever since then, up to the time I 
am writing this, we have been sailing among the 
Tonian islands, following just about the same route 
that is described as having been followed by Odysseus 
on his journey to Troy, 2000 B. C. Now we are pass- 
ing Zante, where the dried currants come from. Ceph- 
alonia we have just passed. Far away on the horizon 
is Cape Glarenza, the western point of the Peloppo- 
nesus of Greece; we can just see it through the blue 
haze. Tomorrow we should see Candia or Crete and 
then no more land until we reach Port Said at the 
mouth of the canal, on Wednesday morning, the 22nd, 
at seven o’clock. We tranship there and remain about 
five hours coaling. The boats here on the Greek coast 
are feluceas with lateen sails, very picturesque. The 
run from Brindisi to Port Said is 931 miles. Brindisi 
is about 1900 miles by rail and water from London. 
We had a good passage over the English channel and 
