342 IOWA STUDIES IN NATURAL HISTORY 
them in the mail we returned to the Tahiti which already seemed 
like home. 
August 21 brought pleasant weather with nothing to vary 
the monotony of the daily routine on ship-board, as follows: 
7:00 A.M. ‘‘Bawth, Sir;’’ 7:15, ‘‘Tea, Sir;’’ 8:00, walk a mile 
on deck, usually with Wylie; 8:30, breakfast; 9:00, read or 
write in smoking room; 10:00 to 12:00, sit and chat on upper 
deck; 1:00, lunch; 2:00 to 3:00, take a nap; 3:00 to 4:00, write 
up notes; 4:00 to 6:00, recreation on deck; 6:30, dinner, for 
which a good many passengers ‘‘dress;’’ 7:00, coffee and cigars 
in smoking room often with the Welches; 8:00 to 9:30, social 
hour; 10:00 P.M., turn in below for a sound sleep until ‘‘Bawth, 
Sir’’ the next morning. I met a number of pleasant people but 
none to whom I was so drawn as to some on the Niagara, going 
out. In the evening we were invited to a concert given by 
second class passengers, on the forward deck. 
The next day, August 22, was decidedly warmer and the 
officials and stewards all appeared in white uniforms again; that 
meant tropical weather. 
Just before noon a third class cabin woman of ample propor- 
tions and a huge yellow jacket (she had been known as ‘‘Quar- 
antine’’) was taken with her four or five children to the ‘‘brig’’ 
or ship’s hospital on the after deck. One of the children had 
developed a case of mumps, and without avail she used much 
language in protesting against this outrage. 
At lunch time we were approaching Moorea, one of the Tahiti 
group, its huge mountains looming up on the horizon. At two 
o’clock we were coasting along the shore of Tahiti which looks 
a good deal like Dominica, one of the British West Indies, its 
lofty mountains hiding their heads in the lowering clouds. 
Papeete, the capital city was reached about two-thirty. It is 
a very picturesque town with many fine shade-trees along its 
streets and quaint French-looking houses peeping from between 
them. There were numerous pretty white schooners almost pok- 
ing their bows into the trees. 
There was no formality at all about going ashore, not even a 
medical inspection or a call for passports. The ship tied up at 
the wharf and we simply walked down the gangway without 
being requested to secure a ‘‘gangway pass.’’ We took a stroll 
along the water front where it was cool and shady and found 
the town very different from others we had seen in the South 
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