256 TROPIC DAYS 



not pretty to think of the wrinkled Japanese in his 

 bunk beside the hot and clamorous engine conning the 

 hymnal — a trifle blotched with grease here and there — 

 and whistling softly those endearing tunes on which 

 so many of us were brought up ? 



Long may "Jimmy" cook and wear blue shoes and 

 modestly supplicate "For those in Peril on the Sea"! 

 That he may smile to the last would be a superfluous 

 prayer. He cannot do else. 



