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side, a completely equipped dark room in which many excel- 

 lent pictures have already been brought to light, and on the 

 starboard side a large rack holding our canned goods, ketchup, 

 lime-juice, etc. Along the bulkhead are the fancy cracker 

 boxes, tempting a man to take one every time he goes below, 

 and under the racks are our kerosene and molasses barrels. 

 Between the line of four double-tier berths on the starboard 

 side and the rack just described is a handy locker for oil 

 clothes and heavy overcoats. Lockers run along under the 

 lower berths, and trunks with a thousand other articles are 

 stowed under the tables. A square hole cut in the bulkhead, 

 just over the galley head, lets heat into the wardroom and as- 

 sists the lamps in keeping us warm. As yet, in spite ot some 

 quite cold weather, we have been perfectly comfortable. 

 Sometimes, however, odors come in as well as heat from the 

 galley, and do not prove so agreeable. If to this description, 

 clothes of various kinds, guns, game bags, boots, fishing tackle 

 and books, should, by the imagination of the reader, to be 

 scattered about, promiscuously hung, or laid in every con- 

 ceivable nook and corner, a fair idea of our floating house could 

 be obtained. On deck we are nearly as badly littered, though 

 in more orderly fashion. Two nests of dories, a row boat, five 

 water tanks, a gunning float, and an exploring boat, partly 

 well fill the Julia's spacious decks. The other exploring boat 

 hangs inside the schooner's yawl at the stern. Add to these 

 two hatch houses, a small pile of lumber, and considerable fire 

 wood snugly stowed between the casks, and you have a fair 

 idea of our anything but clear decks. A yellow painted bust, 

 presumably of our namesake Julia, at the end of figure-head, 

 peers through the fog and leads us in the darkness ; a white 

 stripe relieves the blackness of our sides; a green rail sur- 

 mounts all ; and, backed by the forms of nineteen variously at- 

 tired Bowdoin men, from professor, their tutor, alumnus, to 

 freshmen, complete our description. 



Meanwhile the night, clear but windless, has come on, and 

 we drift along the Novia Scotia coast, lying low and blue on 



